Here, too, is
George Cheek, running down with perspiration, having run over from Dr.
Latherington's, for which he will most likely 'catch it' when he gets back;
and oh, wonder of wonders, here's Robert Foozle himself!
'Well, Robert, you've come to the steeple-chase?'
'Yes, I've come to the steeple-chase.'
'Are you fond of steeple-chases?'
'Yes, I'm fond of steeple-chases.'
'I dare say you never were at one before,' observes his mother.
'No, I never was at one before,' replies Robert.
And though last not least, here's Facey Romford, with his arm in a sling,
on Mr. Hobler, come to look after that sivin-p'und-ten, which we wish he
may get.
Hark! there's a row below the stand, and Viney is seen in a state of
excitement inquiring for Mr. Washball. Pacey has objected to a gentleman
rider, and Guano and Puffington have differed on the point. A nice, slim,
well-put-on lad (Buckram's rough rider) has come to the scales and claimed
to be allowed 3 lb. as the Honourable Captain Boville. Finding the point
questioned, he abandons the 'handle', and sinks into plain Captain Boville.
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