Friday, May 14, 2010

  • Those were great times for the four-and-twenty; but, alas! their high and palmy days had taken boots to themselves,
  • and were already walking off. "My dear," said the baroness. "My love," said the baron. "Those coarse, noisy men --"
  • "Which, ma'am?" said the baron starting. The baroness pointed, from the window at which they stood, to the courtyard beneath,
  • where the unconscious Lincoln greens were taking a copious stirrup-cup, preparatory to issuing forth, after a boar or two.
  • "My hunting train, ma'am," said the baron. "Disband them, love," murmured the baroness. "Disband them!" cried the baron, in amazement.
  • "To please me, love," replied the baroness. "To please the devil, ma'am," answered the baron.