And when the second-best ambition of his life arrived by coach — that notable dog, Pablo — if Christopher could have sniffed lightest scent of Beckley, or Shotover, in the black dog- winkles of his nostrils, the odds are ten to one that Oxford never would have sighed (as all through the October term she did) at the loss of her finest badgerer.
Since you've bought this book and intend to make a will, I won't badger you with dire warnings about what would happen if you die without a will. (Anyway, I've never been an effective badgerer.).