If he attempts to take some of our big banked
bullfinches in his stride, with a yawner on each side, will get into
grief.'
'Hang him,' interrupted Caingey Thornton, 'there are good men in all
countries.'
'So there are!' exclaimed Mr. Spareneck, the steeple-chase rider.
'I've no notion of a fellow lording it, because he happens to come out of
Leicestershire,' rejoined Mr. Thornton.
'Nor I!' exclaimed Mr. Spareneck.
'Why doesn't he stay in Leicestershire?' asked Mr. Hoppey, now raising his
voice for the first time--adding, 'Who asked him here?'
'Who, indeed?' sneered Mr. Thornton.
In this mood our friends arrived at the Imperial Hotel, where there was
always a dinner the day before hunting--a dinner that, somehow, was served
up in Mr. Waffles's rooms, who was allowed the privilege of paying for all
those who did not pay for themselves; rather a considerable number, we
believe.
The best of everything being good enough for the guests, and profuse
liberality the order of the day, the cloth generally disappeared before a
contented audience, whatever humour they might have set down in.
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