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A man watching the arrival of the field could see who gave the fives,
who the fours, who the threes, who the twos, who the ones, and who were the
great o's.
But to our day with Mr. Puffington's hounds.
Our over-night friends were not quite so brisk in the morning as the
servants and parties outside. Puffington's 'mixture' told upon a good many
of them. Washball had a headache, so had Lumpleg; Crane was seedy; and
Captain Guano, sea-green. Soda-water was in great request.
There was a splendid breakfast, table and sideboard looking as if Fortnum
and Mason or Morel had opened a branch establishment at Hanby House. Though
the staying guests could not do much for the good things set out, they were
not wasted, for the place was fairly taken by storm shortly before the
advertised hour of meeting; and what at one time looked like a most
extravagant supply, at another seemed likely to prove a deficiency. Each
man helped himself to whatever he fancied, without waiting for the ceremony
of an invitation, in the usual style of fox-hunting hospitality.


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