I was a little curious, however, to know the meaning of the dark hints which had so suddenly disconcerted Master Simon; and took occasion to fall in the rear with the oxonian on our way home, when he laughed heartily at my questions, and gave me ample information on the subject.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
We passed along a footpath, and had a peep through a break in the hedge, at the musician and his party, when the oxonian gave us a wink, and told us that if we would follow him we should have some sport.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
As I was walking one evening with the oxonian, Master Simon, and the general, in a meadow not far from the village, we heard the sound of a fiddle, rudely played, and looking in the direction from whence it came, we saw a thread of smoke curling up from among the trees.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving