I 'll tell you: my Olmer doctor--that 's an impudent fellow who rode by staring into my carriage.

The window's down.
He could see without pushing his hat in.' Weyburn looked out after a man cantering on.
'A Mr.Morsfield,' he said.

'I thought it was he when I saw him go by.
I've met him at the fencing-rooms.

He 's one of the violent fencers, good for making his point, if one funks an attack.' 'That man Morsfield, is it?
I wonder what he's doing on the road here.
He goes over London boasting--hum, nothing to me.

But he 'll find Lord Ormont's arm can protect a poor woman, whatever she is.