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Gotobed would walk out after breakfast he should see the whole paraphernalia, including about half a hundred "dogs," and perhaps a couple of hundred men on horseback. "I shall be delighted to see any institution of this great country," said Mr. Gotobed, "however much opposed it may be to my opinion either of utility or rational recreation."
You have lived so much out of the world for the last thirty years that it is quite amusing." "There are some persons' worlds that it is a great deal better for a lady to be out of," said Mrs. Morton. Then Lady Augustus put up her hands, and turned round, and affected to laugh, of all which things Mr. Gotobed, who was studying English society, made notes in his own mind.
"It's a good-sized house;" said the owner; "nothing very particular, as houses are built now-a-days." "Damp; I should say?" "I think not. I have never lived here much myself; but I have not heard that it is considered so." "I guess it's damp. Very lonely; isn't it?" "We like to have our society inside, among ourselves, in the country." "Keep a sort of hotel-like?" suggested Mr. Gotobed.
And why was that other man so uncivil to me; the man who was the lord's gamekeeper?" "Because you went there as a friend of Goarly." "And that's his idea of English fair play?" asked the Senator with a jeer. "The truth is, Mr. Gotobed," said Morton endeavouring to explain it all, "you see a part only and not the whole. That man Goarly is a rascal." "So everybody says."
But neither the loss of my dollars, nor Lord Rufford's slight vexation will in the least disturb my rest. I'm not a rich man, sir, but I should like to watch the way in which such a question will be tried and brought to a conclusion in this aristocratic country. I don't quite know what your laws may be, Mr. Mainwaring." "Just the same as your own, Mr. Gotobed, I take it"
Gotobed began to tell the story of yesterday's meeting, complaining of the absurdity of the old farmer's anger. "Penwether told me about it," said the Lord. "I suppose your tenant is a little crazy." "By no means. I thought he was right in what he said, if I understood Penwether." "He couldn't have been right.
It was the letter conveying the tidings of the legacy which Morton had made in her favour. Lord Rufford's Model Farm At this time Senator Gotobed was paying a second visit to Rufford Hall. In the matter of Goarly and Scrobby he had never given way an inch.
Green, I shall be fixed up straight. And I'd a great deal sooner see you than his lordship." "That's very flattering, Mr. Gotobed, but I'm sure I don't know why." "Because Lord Drummond always seems to me to have more on hand than he knows how to get through, and you never seem to have anything to do."
"Door, show out this gentleman." That evening Mr. Gotobed wrote at length to Guy Darrell, informing him that, after great pains and prolonged research, he had been so fortunate as to ascertain that the strolling player and the little girl whom Mr.
Then Lord Rufford assured him that this little affair about Goarly would make no difference in that respect. Mr. Gotobed again scrutinised the hounds and Tony Tuppett, laughed in his sleeve because a fox wasn't found in the first quarter of an hour, and after that was driven back to Bragton. The Sunday was a day of preparation for the Trefoils. Of course they didn't go to church.
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