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Major Benson, who was a famous whip, took his seat on the box of the barouche; and the rest of the party had the pleasure of her ladyship's conversation for three or four miles: of her ladyship's conversation for Lord Colambre's thoughts were far distant; Captain Williamson had not any thing to say; and Heathcock nothing but "Eh! re'lly now! 'pon honour!"
'Capital flies! capital, faith! cried Williamson. 'Treasures, faith, real treasures, by G ! cried Benson. 'Eh! 'pon honour! re'lly now, were the first words which Heathcock had uttered since his battle with the goat. 'My dear Heathcock, are you alive still? said Lady Dashfort; 'I had really forgotten your existence. So had Count O'Halloran, but he did not say so.
Much game of all kinds is thus driven out to be shot, but the sportsman finds true pleasure only in tracking the single heathcock, the solitary chamois. Yet, no," and in her eagerness she flung her bandaged hand so high into the air that she groaned with pain and was forced to keep silence.
"And a fisherman?" "Well, sir?" "Why look you there, sir," pointing to the flies, "and tell a body life's a bore." "One can't always fish or shoot, I apprehend, sir," said Heathcock. "Not always but sometimes," said Williamson, laughing; "for I suspect shrewdly you've forgot some of your sporting in Bond-street." "Eh!
They are all of my own making, and consequently of Irish manufacture. Then, ringing the bell, he asked Lady Dashfort's permission to have the basket put into her carriage. Benson and Williamson followed the servant, to prevent them from being tossed into the boot. Heathcock stood still in the middle of the room taking snuff. 'What have you there?
'pon honour re'lly now!" said Heathcock; and, too genteel to wonder at or admire any thing in the creation, dragged out his watch with some difficulty, saying, "I wonder now whether they are likely to think of giving us any thing to eat in this place?"
''Pon honour, cried Lady Dashfort, 'I can swear for Heathcock, that I have eaten excellent hares and ducks of his shooting, which, to my knowledge, added she, in a loud whisper, 'he bought in the market. EMPTUM APRUM! said Lord Colambre to the count, without danger of being understood by those whom it concerned.
In the morning at the break of day the forest was full of voices, strange and undiscernible to the inhabitant of the town. There the heathcock clucked and sang his song of love, as he sat on the top branches of the cedar and admired the grey hen scratching in the fallen leaves below.
I hope she is quite out of your heart." "She never was in it," said Lord Colambre. "Only laid siege to it," said the count. "Well, I am glad your heart did not surrender at discretion, or rather without discretion. Then I may tell you, without fear or preface, that the Lady Isabel, who talks of 'refinement, delicacy, sense, is going to stoop at once, and marry Heathcock."
But she could not be satisfied with Colonel Heathcock, who, dressed in black, had stretched his "fashionable length of limb" under the Statira canopy, upon the snow-white swandown couch. When, after having monopolized attention, and been the subject of much bad wit, about black swans and rare birds, and swans being geese and geese being swans, the colonel condescended to rise, and, as Mrs.
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