But, Mary, my dear, how long are you going to stay here?
I go--let me see--I forget when, but it's all put down in a book upstairs.

But the next stage is at Mrs.Proudie's.

I shan't meet you there, I suppose.

And now, Frank, how's the governor ?" The gentleman called Frank declared that the governor was all right--"mad about the hounds, of course, you know." "Well, my dear, that's better than the hounds being mad about him, like the poor gentleman they've put into a statue.

But talking of hounds, Frank, how badly they manage their foxes at Chaldicotes! I was out hunting all one day--" "You out hunting!" said the lady called Mary.
"And why shouldn't I go out hunting?
I'll tell you what, Mrs.Proudie was out hunting too.