You will not forbid my having a cigar in your garden, nevertheless, I suppose! Do walk round with me, too, and show me the place, unless you are going to be busy." Oh no; Elsley was at Lord Scoutbush's service, of course, and had really nothing to do.

So out they went.
"Charming old pigeon-hole it is," said its owner, "I have not seen it since I went into the Guards.

Campbell says it's a shame of me, and so it is one, I suppose; but how beautiful you have made the garden look!" "Lucia is very fond of gardening," said Elsley, who was very fond of it also, and had great taste therein; but he was afraid to confess any such tastes before a man who, he thought, would not understand him.
"And that fine old wood--full of cocks it used to be--I hope you worked it well last year." Elsley did not shoot; but he had heard there was plenty of game there.
"Plenty of cocks," said his guest, correcting him; "but for game, the less we say about that the better.

I really wonder you do not shoot; it fills up time so in the winter." "There is really no winter to fill up here, thanks to this delicious climate; and I have my books." "Ah! I wish I had.

I wish heartily," said he, in a confidential tone, "you, or Campbell, or some of your clever men, would sell me a little of their book-learning; as Valencia says to me, 'brains are so common in the world, I wonder how none fell to your share.'" "I do not think that they are an article which is for sale, if Solomon is to be believed." "And if they were, I couldn't afford to buy, with this Irish Encumbered Estates' Bill.