He had been asleep! He had dreamed something about a new soup, with a taste of mint in it. Those young people--where had they got to? His left leg had pins and needles. "Adolf!" The rascal was not there; the rascal was asleep somewhere. He stood up, tall, square, bulky in his fur, looking anxiously down over the fields, and presently he saw them coming. Irene was in front; that young fellow--what had they nicknamed him--'The Buccaneer?' looked precious hangdog there behind her; had got a flea in his ear, he shouldn't wonder. Serve him right, taking her down all that way to look at the house!英文原著 · 《Man of Property》