"I'll take a fond farewell of my clean shirt to-night." "Yes, you will not see one again for some time, my good Tony.

After your hard day's work to-morrow you will have to sleep either inside your cart, if you have already secured one, or under the arches of the canal bridge, if you have not." "I hope you have an equally pleasant prospect for Hastings," was my Lord Tony's grim comment.
It was easy to see that he was as happy as a schoolboy about to start for a holiday.

Lord Tony was a true sportsman.

Perhaps there was in him less sentiment for the heroic work which he did under the guidance of his chief than an inherent passion for dangerous adventures.

Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, on the other hand, thought perhaps a little less of the adventure, but a great deal of the martyred child in the Temple.