"Has the gentleman hurt himself, my lord ?" asked the butler, looking at the blood upon our friend's face.
"He has hurt his trousers the worst, I believe," said the earl.

"And if he was to put on any of mine they'd be too short and too big, wouldn't they?
I am sorry you should be so uncomfortable, but you mustn't mind it for once." "I don't mind it a bit," said Johnny.
"And I'm sure I don't," said the earl.

"Mr Eames is going to dine here, Vickers." "Yes, my lord." "And his hat is down in the middle of the nineteen acres.

Let three or four men go for it." "Three or four men, my lord!" "Yes,--three or four men.

There's something gone wrong with that bull.