"I have seen your face before, my friend." "Yes, Sir; a week or two ago I played the part of night-watcher in your preserves--it was a mad prank; but"-- and here the young fellow smiled roguishly--"it was better than poaching, you must admit." "What!" cried the Squire, delighted, "are you the fellow that had that bout with me in the Decoy Pond?
Why, I thought you were one of my own men, and sent you something; but, of course, my scoundrels drank it.

I'm glad to see you, Sir, by daylight.

It was the uncertain moonshine that hampered me, else, by Jove, I'd have given you 'one, two!' We must have it out another day, for a drawn battle is just the thing I hate.

What's your name, young gentleman, and where do you live ?" "I live close by, Sir; I am in lodgings for the present." "Ay, ay, for the hunting, I suppose," said the impetuous Squire.

"Hark to those devils of dogs; they are howling yet; they would have had my stags by this time but for you.