human
by which Trebooze glosses over to himself and friends the deep Hunkeydom with which he lusteth after a live lord's acquaintance, and one especially in whom he hopes to find even such a one as himself....
gpt
Good fellow, I hear he is, too,--good sportsman, smokes like a chimney,
human
Mrs. Trebooze so afraid of infection, you see, my lord, --which is a lie: then blunders out a few fulsome compliments to Scoutbush's courage in staying; then takes heart at a little joke of Scoutbush's, and tries the free and easy style; fingers his lordship's high-priced Hudsons, and gives a broad hint that he would like to smoke one on the spot; which hint is not taken, any more than the bet of a
gpt
which he offers five minutes afterwards, that he will jump his Irish mare in and out of Aberalva pound; is utterly
human
(as he informs his friend Mr. Creed afterwards) by Scoutbush's praise of Tom Thurnall, as an
gpt
recovers himself again when Scoutbush asks after his otter-hounds, of which he has heard much praise from Tardrew; and launches out once more into sporting conversation of that graceful and lofty stamp which may be perused and perpended in the pages of
human
Handley Cross, and
gpt
Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour,