CHAPTER VIII. 



I THINK I have stated in a former part of these 

 recollections, that George Carter, with all his profes- 

 sional knowledge, was a very modest man as to his 

 own merits ; and while he never forgot himself towards 

 any of those with whom he came in contact, never 

 allowed any one to take a liberty with himself without 

 at once letting him know he had been guilty of a 

 breach of good manners, though it was generally done 

 in a very quiet way. Of all the characters he disliked, 

 or rather despised, there was nothing so uncongenial 

 with his own tastes as what he called "a popinjay 

 kind o' chap," and on more than one occasion I was 

 witness to the old man's quiet set-down to one of 

 these gentry. 



The Tedworth were one morning at Burbage Wharf, 

 and the place of meeting was in a field, just off the 

 Marlborough and Salisbury road. On our turning into 



