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Put this , too , down in -- ugh ! -- thy account in favor of my poor -- oh , sharpness of this saddle ! Oh , whither , barbarous islanders ! '' Now riding on his quarter , not in the rough track-way like a cockney , but through the soft heather like a sportsman , was a very gallant knight whom we all know well by this time , Richard Grenville by name ; who had made Mr. Cary and the rest his guests the night before , and then ridden out with them at five o'clock that morning , after the wholesome early ways of the time , to rouse a well-known stag in the glens at Buckish , by help of Mr. Coffin 's hounds from Portledge . Who being as good a Latiner as Campian 's self , and overhearing both the scraps of psalm and the `` barbarous islanders , '' pushed his horse alongside of Mr. Eustace Leigh , and at the first check said , with two low bows towards the two strangers -- `` I hope Mr. Leigh will do me the honor of introducing me to his guests . I should be sorry , and Mr. Cary also , that any gentle strangers should become neighbors of ours , even for a day , without our knowing who they are who honor our western Thule with a visit ; and showing them ourselves all due requital for the compliment of their presence . '' After which , the only thing which poor Eustace could do -LRB- especially as it was spoken loud enough for all bystanders -RRB- , was to introduce in due form Mr. Evan Morgans and Mr. Morgan Evans , who , hearing the name , and , what was worse , seeing the terrible face with its quiet searching eye , felt like a brace of partridge-poults cowering in the stubble , with a hawk hanging ten feet over their heads .