City gentlemen know that.

Absurd system in this country--the land parcelled out in little allotment gardens of two or three hundred acres.

Why, there's a little paltry hundred and twenty acre freehold dairy farm lies between my vale and upland, and the fellow won't let my waggons or ploughing-tackle take the short cut, ridiculous.

Time it was altered, sir.

Shooting?
Why, yes; I have the shooting.