God knows we get too much--we that hang about great houses and serve great folks' pleasure--you toss the money down our throats, without our deserving it; and we spend it as we get it--a deal too fast--while hard-working labourers are starving.' 'And yet you would keep us in England ?' 'Would God I could!' 'Why then, my good fellow ?' asked Lancelot, who was getting intensely interested with the calm, self-possessed earnestness of the man, and longed to draw him out.
The colonel yawned.
'Well, I'll go and get myself a couple of bait.

Don't you stir, my good parson-keeper.

Down charge, I say! Odd if I don't find a bait-net, and a rod for myself, under the verandah.' 'You will, colonel.

I remember, now, I set it there last morning; but the water washed many things out of my brains, and some things into them--and I forgot it like a goose.' 'Well, good-bye, and lie still.

I know what a drowning is, and more than one.