The Pride of the Hunt (to Smith, who, for the last ten minutes, has been gallantly struggling with obstinate gate). "Mr. Smith, if you really can't open that gate, perhaps you will kindly move out of the way, and allow me to jump it!"
APT
Brown (helping lady out of water). "'Pon my word, Miss Smith, you remind me exactly of What's-her-name rising from the What-you-call!"
A CHECK
M.F.H. (riding up to old Rustic, with the intention of asking him if he has seen the lost fox). "How long have you been working here, master?"
Old Rustic (not seeing the point). "Nigh upon sixty year, mister!"]
"WHAT'S IN A NAME?"
Whip. "Wisdom! Get away there!! Wisdom!! Wisdom!!! Ugh!--you always were the biggest fool in the pack!"
SOMETHING THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPRESSED DIFFERENTLY
Mrs. Brown (being helped out of a brook by the gallant Captain, who has also succeeded in catching her horse). "Oh, Captain Robinson! thank you so much!"
Gallant, but somewhat flurried, Captain. "Not at all--don't mention it." (Wishing to add something excessively polite and appropriate.) "Only hope I may soon have another opportunity of doing the same again for you."]
