of: blues were sure of it, he thought:
  Then of the latest fox—where started—kill'd
  In such a bottom: 'Peter had the brush,
  My Peter, first:' and did Sir Aylmer know
  That great pock-pitten fellow had been caught?
  Then made his pleasure echo, hand to hand,
  And rolling as it were the substance of it
  Between his palms a moment up and down—
  'The birds were warm, the birds were warm upon him;
  We have him now:' and had Sir Aylmer heard—
  Nay, but he must—the land was ringing of it—
  This blacksmith-border marriage—one they knew—
  Raw from the nursery—who could trust a child?
  That cursed France with her egalities!
  And did Sir Aylmer (deferentially
  With nearing chair and lower'd accent) think—
  For people talk'd—that it was wholly wise
  To let that handsome fellow Averill walk
  So freely with his daughter? people talk'd—
  The boy might get a notion into him;
  The girl might be entangled ere she knew.
  Sir Aylmer Aylmer slowly stiffening spoke:
  'The girl and boy, Sir, know their differences!'
  'Good' said his friend 'but watch!' and he 'enough,
  More than enough, Sir! I can guard my own.'
  They parted, and Sir Aylmer Aylmer watch'd.