"Why, it is but a week since his daughter was buried!" "And why not?
I like him better for it.

Would he bring her back again by throwing away a good day's sport?
Better turn out, as he has done, and forget his feelings, if he has any." "He has feelings enough, don't doubt.

But you are right.

There is something very characteristic in the way in which the English countryman never shows grief, never lets it interfere with business, even with pleasure." "Hillo! Mr.Trebooze!" says the old fellow, looking up.

"Here it is!" "Spraint ?--Spraint ?--Spraint ?--Where?
Eh--what ?" cries Trebooze.
"No; but what's as good: here on this alder stump, not an hour old.