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"Did you ever know George Wrottlesey, of the Suffolk branch?" "No," said his Grace, very innocent. "No! 'Od's whips and spurs, I'll be sworn I never saw a man to beat him for reckless riding. He would take five bars any time, egad, and sit any colt that was ever foaled. The Wrottleseys were poor as weavers then, with the Jews coming down in the wagon from London and hanging round the hall gates.
"You mean it is false?" she cried breathlessly. "'Od's blood, is she not convinced?" broke out Mr. Bantison. "Fellow, were you not the ambassador's barber?" "It is all false?" she whispered. "The mos' fine art, mademoiselle. How long you think it take M. de Winterset to learn that speech after he write it out? It is a mix of what is true and the mos' chaste art.
There was a metallic ring in the duke's voice as he spoke. "I have heard, Mr. Carvel, that you can ride any mount offered you." "Od's, and so he can!" cried Jack. "I'll take oath on that." "I will lay you an hundred guineas, my Lord," says his Grace, very off-hand, "that Mr. Carvel does not sit Baltimore's Pollux above twenty minutes." "Done!" says Jack, before I could draw breath.
The duke shrugged his shoulders, and spitting on the ground, said, 'Od's body, Sir Bayard, I would like to get rid of all my enemies in that way; but, since you do not think it well, the matter shall stand over; whereof, unless God apply a remedy, both you and I will repent us."
And then Rochester said, looking roguishly towards me, the wittiest thing against Sedley that ever I heard; it was the most celebrated bon mot at court for three weeks; he said no, boy, od's fish, it was so stinging I can't tell it thee; faith, I can't. Poor Sid; he was a good fellow, though malicious, and he's dead now. I'm sorry I said a word about it. Nay, never look so disappointed, boy.
I am not of the army," adds my Lord, cuttingly; "I am a seaman, and not supposed to know a stirrup from a snaffle." "'Od's blood!" yelled the captain, "you question my horsemanship, my Lord? Do I understand your Lordship to question my courage?" "After I am thrown!" cries his Grace, very ugly, and fingering the jewels on his hilt.
They would have you lashed by the grooms as your ugly deserts are. You to speak to Lady Mary Carlisle! 'Od's blood! You! Also, dolt, she would know you if you escaped the others. She stood within a yard of you when Nash expelled you the pump-room." M. Beaucaire flushed slightly. "You think I did not see?" he asked.
I warned him more than once for getting young horses into a fret, and I'm willing to lay a ten-pound note that he angered Pollux. 'Od's life! He is a vicious beast. So was his father, Culloden, before him. But here's luck to you, sir!" says Mr. Astley, tipping his glass; "having seen you ride, egad! I have put all the money I can afford in your favour."
"Begone, girl! Begone, I say. Od's life, leave us, do you hear?" says Mr. Waverton, in much agitation. "Bring us a noggin of rum, Sukey, darling," says the wet gentleman, dragging himself out of his sodden cloak. He flung it upon Mr. Waverton's. "Run, girl!" says Mr. Waverton, in a terrible voice. "Go, you fool."
"I am but just back from Kent to learn of it, and looked to find you in bed." "Why, no, sir, I am not worried. I fought a duel in my own day, over a lass, it was." This time Grafton's smile was not forced. "Over a lass, was it?" he asked, and added in a tone of relief, "and how do you, nephew?" Mr. Carvel saved me from replying. "'Od's life!" he cried; "no, I did not say this was over a lass.
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