"I don't know why Lord Rufford's foxes are to be thought of always, and nobody is to think about your poor mother's poultry," said Mrs.Masters, lugging the subject in neck and heels.
"Has she been talking to you, Mrs.Masters, about her turkeys ?" "Your mother may speak to me I suppose if she likes it, without offence to Lord Rufford." "Lord Rufford has got nothing to do with it." "The wood belongs to him," said Mrs.Masters.
"Foxes are much better than turkeys anyway," said Kate Masters.
"If you don't hold your tongue, miss, you'll be sent to bed.

The wood belongs to his lordship, and the foxes are a nuisance." "He keeps the foxes for the county, and where would the county be without them ?" began Larry.

"What is it brings money into such a place as this ?" "To Runciman's stables and Harry Stubbings and the like of them.

What money does it bring in to steady honest people ?" "Look at all the grooms," said Larry.
"The impudentest set of young vipers about the place," said the lady.
"Look at Grice's business." Grice was the saddler.
"Grice indeed! What's Grice ?" "And the price of horses ?" "Yes;--making everything dear that ought to be cheap.

I don't see and I never shall see and I never will see any good in extravagant idleness.