‘Well, then, sugar his tea,’ replied Bragg, with a smile; adding, ‘Can ’commodate myself, sir, to circumstances, sir, at the same time taking off his cap and setting a chair for his master.

‘Thank you, but I’m not going to stay,’ replied Mr Puffington; ‘I only came up to let you know who you had to expect, so that you might prepare, you know -- have all on the square, you know -- best horses -- best hounds -- best appearance in general, you know.’

‘That I’ll attend to,’ replied Mr Bragg, with a toss of the head -- ‘that I’ll attend to,’ repeated he, with an emphasis on the I’ll, as much as to say, ‘don’t you meddle with what doesn’t concern you.’

Mr Puffington would fain have rebuked him for his impertinence, as indeed he often would fain have rebuked him; but Mr Bragg had so overpowered him with science, and impressed him with the necessity of keeping him -- albeit Mr Puffington was sensible that he killed very few foxes -- that, having put up with him so long, he thought it would never do to risk a quarrel, which might lose him the chance of getting rid of him and hounds altogether; therefore, Mr Puffington, instead of saying, ‘You conceited humbug, get out of this,’ or indulging in any observations that might lead to controversy, said, with a satisfied, confidential nod of the head --

‘I’m sure you will -- I’m sure you will,’ and took his departure, leaving Mr Bragg to remount the saddle- stand, and take the remainder of his sitting.