The Duke's Allotment by Antonio Hope

The Duke of Belleville (nothing annoyed his Grace more than to hear his name mispronounced -- it should sound "Bevvle") was tired of it all. That succinctly expresses his condition; and the condition is really not to be wondered at after fifteen years of an existence such as his, although it is true that he had occasionally met with some agreeable and even some unexpected adventures. He wanted a new sensation, a new experience, a new environment, although it was possible that he would not want any of them for very long. He consulted his man Frank on the matter one evening at dinner.

"When I felt like that as a lad, your Grace," Frank remarked, "my father used to put me to digging."