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Puffington, 'who was justly partial to his own sort, had never any objection to breeding from the Beaufort Justice. 'No, nor nobody else that knew what he was about, replied Jack, turning away to conceal his laughter.
Puffington, sir, is very poorly, sir, and I thought p'raps you'd be dining out. 'Poorly is he? replied Mr. Sponge; 'sorry to hear that what's the matter with him? 'Bad bilious attack, I think, replied Plummey 'very subject to them, at this time of year particklarly; was laid up, at least confined to his room, three weeks last year of a similar attack. 'Indeed! replied Mr.
The notice of the intended visit was short; and there were invitations to send out, and answers to get, bedrooms to prepare, and culinary arrangements to make arrangements that people in town, with all their tradespeople at their elbows, can have no idea of the difficulty of effecting in the country. Mr. Puffington was fully employed.
Then, when he began to grind about the country in his lofty mail-phaeton, with a pair of spanking, high-stepping bays, and a couple of arm-folded, lolling grooms, shedding his cards in return for their calls, there was such a talk, such a commotion, as had never been known before. Then, indeed, he was appreciated at his true worth. 'Mr. Puffington was here the other day, said Mrs. Smirk to Mrs.
So Puffington sauntered along, good morninging 'Sir Harrys' and 'Sir Jameses, and 'Lord Johns' and 'Lord Toms, till, seeing a batch of irreproachable dandies flattening their noses against the windows of the Sailors' Old Club, in whose eyes, he perhaps thought, our city coat and country gaiters would not find much favour, he gave us a hasty parting squeeze of the arm and bolted into Long's just as a mountainous hackney-coach was rumbling between us and them.
Plummey then withdrew, and presently went upstairs to report progress, or rather want of progress, to the gentleman whom he sometimes condescended to call 'master. Mr. Puffington had been taking another spell at the paper, and we need hardly say that the more he read of the run the less he liked it. 'Ah, that's Mr. Sponge's handiwork, observed Plummey, as with a sneer of disgust Mr.
I could try, sir believe he's bad to move, sir, replied Plummey, with a grin. 'Is he really? replied Mr. Puffington, alarmed lest Sponge should fasten himself upon him for good. 'They say so, replied Mr. Plummey, 'but I don't speak from any personal knowledge, for I know nothing of the man. 'Well, said Mr.
Nothing daunted, however, they returned to the charge, and without troubling the reader with unnecessary detail, we think it will be generally admitted that they at length made an excellent selection in Mr. Puffington, Guano, and Tom Washball.
We were wrong in saying that Bragg only allowed Puff the privilege of nodding his head to say when he might throw off. He let him lead the 'lie gallop' in the kill department. Mr. Puffington then presented Mr.
Puffington took it pretty quietly at first, Bragg inundating him with what they did at the Duke of Downeybird's, Lord Reynard's, and the other great places in which he had lived, till he almost made Puff believe that such treatment was a necessary consequence of hound-keeping.
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