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"
Why
are
you
going
to
marry
an
Earl
's
daughter
?
"
said
James
.
"
My
dear
friend
,
remember
it
is
not
poor
Lady
Jane
's
fault
that
she
is
well
born
,
"
Pitt
replied
,
with
a
courtly
air
.
"
She
can
not
help
being
a
lady
.
Besides
,
I
am
a
Tory
,
you
know
.
"
"
Oh
,
as
for
that
,
"
said
Jim
,
"
there
's
nothing
like
old
blood
;
no
,
dammy
,
nothing
like
it
.
I
'm
none
of
your
radicals
.
I
know
what
it
is
to
be
a
gentleman
,
dammy
.
See
the
chaps
in
a
boat-race
;
look
at
the
fellers
in
a
fight
;
aye
,
look
at
a
dawg
killing
rats
--
which
is
it
wins
?
the
good-blooded
ones
.
Get
some
more
port
,
Bowls
,
old
boy
,
whilst
I
buzz
this
bottle-here
.
What
was
I
asaying
?
"
"
I
think
you
were
speaking
of
dogs
killing
rats
,
"
Pitt
remarked
mildly
,
handing
his
cousin
the
decanter
to
"
buzz
.
"
"
Killing
rats
was
I
?
Well
,
Pitt
,
are
you
a
sporting
man
?
Do
you
want
to
see
a
dawg
as
CAN
kill
a
rat
?
If
you
do
,
come
down
with
me
to
Tom
Corduroy
's
,
in
Castle
Street
Mews
,
and
I
'll
show
you
such
a
bull-terrier
as
--
Pooh
!
gammon
,
"
cried
James
,
bursting
out
laughing
at
his
own
absurdity
--
"
YOU
do
n't
care
about
a
dawg
or
rat
;
it
's
all
nonsense
.
I
'm
blest
if
I
think
you
know
the
difference
between
a
dog
and
a
duck
.
"
"
No
;
by
the
way
,
"
Pitt
continued
with
increased
blandness
,
"
it
was
about
blood
you
were
talking
,
and
the
personal
advantages
which
people
derive
from
patrician
birth
.
Here
's
the
fresh
bottle
.
"
"
Blood
's
the
word
,
"
said
James
,
gulping
the
ruby
fluid
down
.
"
Nothing
like
blood
,
sir
,
in
hosses
,
dawgs
,
AND
men
.
Why
,
only
last
term
,
just
before
I
was
rusticated
,
that
is
,
I
mean
just
before
I
had
the
measles
,
ha
,
ha
--
there
was
me
and
Ringwood
of
Christchurch
,
Bob
Ringwood
,
Lord
Cinqbars
'
son
,
having
our
beer
at
the
Bell
at
Blenheim
,
when
the
Banbury
bargeman
offered
to
fight
either
of
us
for
a
bowl
of
punch
.
I
could
n't
.
My
arm
was
in
a
sling
;
could
n't
even
take
the
drag
down
--
a
brute
of
a
mare
of
mine
had
fell
with
me
only
two
days
before
,
out
with
the
Abingdon
,
and
I
thought
my
arm
was
broke
.
Well
,
sir
,
I
could
n't
finish
him
,
but
Bob
had
his
coat
off
at
once
--
he
stood
up
to
the
Banbury
man
for
three
minutes
,
and
polished
him
off
in
four
rounds
easy
.
Gad
,
how
he
did
drop
,
sir
,
and
what
was
it
?
Blood
,
sir
,
all
blood
.
"
"
You
do
n't
drink
,
James
,
"
the
ex-attache
continued
.
"
In
my
time
at
Oxford
,
the
men
passed
round
the
bottle
a
little
quicker
than
you
young
fellows
seem
to
do
.
"
