"I believe, gentlemen, our business is ended for to-day, and it is a long drive to Norton Bury.

Sir Ralph, might we hope for the honour of your company?
No?
Good day, my friends.

Mr.Halifax, your servant." "One word, my lord.

Those workmen of mine, who are your tenants--I am aware what usually results when tenants in arrear vote against their landlords--if, without taking any harsher measures, your agent will be so kind as to apply to me for the rent--" "Sir, my agent will use his own discretion." "Then I rely on your lordship's kindliness--your sense of honour." "Honour is only spoken of between equals," said the earl, haughtily.
"But on one thing Mr.Halifax may always rely--my excellent memory." With a smile and bow as perfect as if he were victoriously quitting the field, Lord Luxmore departed.

Soon not one remained of all those who had filled the church and churchyard, making there a tumult that is chronicled to this very day by some ancient villagers, who still think themselves greatly ill-used because the Reform Act has blotted out of the list of English boroughs the "loyal and independent" borough of Kingswell.
Sir Ralph Oldtower stood a good while talking with John; and finally, having sent his carriage on, walked with him down Kingswell Hill towards the manor-house.