H. C. Bailey

“ Hadley and Sir John Burford in the hall at Tetherdown looked at each other across the fire. "Would you call for a pipe now, Charles?" says Sir John, fidgeting.
"There'll be none in the house, sir. Geoffrey has no stomach for tobacco."
"Damme, if I know what he hath a stomach for," Sir John grumbled, and kicked at the burning logs. "He don't eat no more than an old woman, nor drink so much as a young miss. ”

“ My lady's waiting-woman, Arabella, came in. She minced in the manner of her mistress, but, being a foot shorter, with different effect. She stood before Sir John, who had the largest chair, and stared at him, with languid insolence. "Ods my life, don't ogle me, woman," says he.
"At your leisure, sir, if you please." She tossed her head.
"Leisure! Oh Lord, I'm at leisure, thank 'e."
Arabella sniffed.
"I think you are in madame's chair, sir," Mr. Hadley explained. ”

“ Boyce will be very welcome to me."
Sir John swore. "You for a fool and he for a knave, damme, you're well matched."
"When you were younger, sir, I suppose you were less of a boor," says Harry. "Mr. Hadley—my lady—" he made two stiff bows and gave his arm to Alison.
"Humph, they go off with the honours." Mr. Hadley shrugged, and held out his arm in front of Sir John, who was plunging after them.
"Be hanged to you. What did the rogue mean, telling me I was old?"
"Why, he meant that a man who is too old to fight should be civil."
"Too old?" Sir John fumed. "Burn him for a coward." ”

“ The butler entered backwards, protesting, between two men who did not take off their hats. They were in riding-boots and cloaks, and splashed from the road. They had pistol butts ostentatious in their side pockets, and one carried some papers in his hand. ”