u look
after 'em yourself. But is it likely that he should know what a worry a
Top's complexion is, and how hard it is to come right with all the Fast
Brown polishing in the world? How should he guess what a piece of work
it is to get 'em all of a color, and how like they are to come mottled,
and how a'most sure they'll ten to one go off dark just as they're
growing yellow, and put you to shame, let you do what you will to make
'em cut a shine over the country? How should he know? I don't complain
of that; bless you, he never thinks. It's 'do this, Rake,' 'do that';
and he never remembers 'tisn't done by magic. But he's a true gentleman,
Mr. Cecil; never grudge a guinea, or a fiver to you; never out of temper
either, always have a kind word for you if you want, thoro'bred every
inch of him; see him bring down a rocketer, or lift his horse over the
Broad Water! He's a gentleman--not like your snobs that have nothing
sound about 'em but their cash, and swept out their shops before they
bought their fine feathers!--and I'll be d----d if I care what I do for
him."

With which peroration to his born enemy the stud-groom, with whom he
waged a perpetual and most lively feud, Rake flourished the tops that
had been under discussion, and triumphant, as he invariably was, ran
up the back stairs of his master's lodgings in Piccadilly, opposite the
Green Park, and with a rap on the panels entered his master's bedroom.

A Guardsman at home is always, if anything, rather more luxuriously
accommodated than a young Duchess, and Bertie Cecil was never behind his
fellows in anything; besides, he was one of the cracks of the Household,
and women sent him pretty things enough to fill the Palais Royal. The
dressing-table was littered with Bohemian glass and gold-stoppered
bottles, and all the perfumes of Araby represented by Breidenback and
Rimmel. The dressing-case was of silver, with the name studded on the
lid in turquoises; the brushes, bootjack, boot-trees, whip-stands, were
of ivory and tortoiseshell; a couple of tiger skins were on the
hearth with a retriever and blue greyhound in possession; above the
mantel-piece were crossed swords in all the varieties of gilt, gold,
silver, ivory, aluminum, chiseled and embossed hilts; and on the walls
were a few perfect French pictures, with the portraits of a greyhound
drawn by Landseer, of a steeple-chaser by Harry Hall, one or two of
Herring's hunters, and two or three fair women in crayons.