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But to the old man. Time rolled on, and at length old Puffington paid the debt of nature the only debt, by the way, that he was slow in discharging and our friend found himself in possession, not only of the starch manufactory, but of a very great accumulation of consols so great that, though starch is as inoffensive a thing as a man can well deal in, a thing that never obtrudes itself, or, indeed appears in a shop unless it is asked for notwithstanding all this, and though it was bringing him in lots of money, our friend determined to 'cut the shop' and be done with trade altogether.
'His man his groom his whatever he calls him, expects they'll be staying some time. 'The deuce! exclaimed Mr. Puffington, whose hospitality, like Jawleyford's, was greater in imagination than in reality. 'Shall I take these things away? asked Plummey, after a pause. 'Couldn't you manage to get him to go? asked Mr. Puffington, still harping on his remaining guest. 'Don't know, sir.
'Hem! hem! hem! coughed Mr. Puffington. 'In the way of a huntsman do you mean? afraid to talk of servitude to so fine a gentleman. 'Just so, said Mr. Bragg, with a chuck of his head, 'just so.
'I told you so, said Puffington, jerking his head towards Jack, as Sponge and he turned their horses' heads to ride away; 'I told you so, repeated he; 'that's a specimen of their style'; adding, 'they are the greatest set of ruffians under the sun.
Puffington's situation, as the elegant phraseology of servitude goes, he considered that Mr. Puffington had nothing more to do with the hounds, and that any interference in 'his department' was a piece of impertinence. Puffington felt like a man who has bought a good horse, but which he finds on riding is rather more of a horse than he likes.
There was Fyle, and Fossick, and Blossomnose, and Sparks, and Joyce, and Capon, and Dribble, and a few others, but neither Washball nor Puffington, nor any of the holiday birds. Precisely at ten, my lord, and his hounds, and his huntsman, and his whips, and his Jack, trotted round Farmer Springwheat's spacious back premises, and appeared in due form before the green rails in front.
One great man to a house is the usual country allowance, and many are not very long in letting out who theirs are; but Puffington seemed to have the whole peerage, baronetage, and knightage at command. Old Mrs.
Sponge, you know been hunting with Lord Scamperdale, you know great sportsman, in fact great authority, you know. 'Indeed great authority is he indeed oh yes thinks so p'raps sc-e-e-use me, sir, but des-say, sir, I've forgot more, sir, than Mr. Sponge ever knew, sir. 'Well, but you mustn't tell him so, observed Mr. Puffington, fearful that Bragg might spoil sport.
However, continued he, gathering himself up in his chair as if for an effort, 'you can say let me see what you can say you can say, "this splendid pack had a stunning run from Hollyburn Hanger, the property of its truly popular master, Mr. Puffington," or stop, said Jack, checking himself, 'say, "the property of its truly popular and sporting master, Mr. Puffington."
'Oh, tell him no, sneered Bragg, with a jerk of the head; 'tell him no; I'm not exactly such a donkey as that; on the contrary, I'll make things pleasant, sir sugar his milk for him, sir, in short, sir. 'Sugar his milk! exclaimed Mr. Puffington, who was only a matter-of-fact man; 'sugar his milk! I dare say he takes tea.
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