But they didn't catch a single fox; and, if you must have the truth, it seemed to me to be rather slow." "You were in the wrong division of the county," said the gentleman called Frank.
"Of course I was.

When I really want to practise hunting I'll go to Greshamsbury; not a doubt about that." "Or to Boxall Hill," said the lady; "you'll find quite as much zeal there as at Greshamsbury." "And more discretion, you should add," said the gentleman.
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Miss Dunstable; "your discretion indeed! But you have not told me a word about Lady Arabella." "My mother is quite well," said the gentleman.
"And the doctor?
By the by, my dear, I've had such a letter from the doctor; only two days ago.

I'll show it you upstairs to-morrow.

But mind, it must be a positive secret.

If he goes on in this way he'll get himself into the Tower, or Coventry, or a blue-book, or some dreadful place." "Why; what has he said ?" "Never you mind, Master Frank: I don't mean to show you the letter, you may be sure of that.