human
Molly says they have just shot 'the Laurels' for the seventh time this year, and there's not a hen pheasant left on the estate.
gpt
Never mind, father, it won't matter to us. Mr Preece will have some more down from Leadenhall Market or some such place next year; and, after all, they pay our rent for us, and we couldn't live without them.
human
Pay the rent, grumbled the squire;
gpt
I could have done that myself, if I'd sold all the game, and never given a head to man or woman on the place.
human
Then why didn't you, Dad?
gpt
Why didn't I, girl? Well then, it's just because I suppose I've always belonged to 'the stupid party,' thank God for it.