mer Peastraw, and faces that a patient inspection enables us to
appropriate to Dribble, and Hook, and Capon, and Calcot, and Lumpleg, and
Crane of Crane Hall, and Charley Slapp of red-coat times--people look so
different in plain clothes to what they do in hunting ones. 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.
Pacey now objects to him altogether. 'S-c-e-u-s-e me, sir; s-c-e-u-s-e me,
sir,' simpers our friend Dick Bragg, sidling up to the objector with a sort
of tendency of his turn-back-wristed hand to his hat. 'S-c-e-u-s-e me, sir;
s-c-e-u-s-e me,' repeats he, 'but I think you was wrong, sir, in objecting
to Captain Boville, sir, as a gen'l'man rider, sir.'

'Why?' demands Pacey, in the full flush of victory.

'Oh, sir--because, sir--in fact, sir--he _is_ a gen'l'man, sir.'

'_Is_ a gentleman! How do _you_ know?' demands Pacey, in the same tone as
before.

'Oh, sir, he's a gen'l'man--an undoubted gen'l'man. Everything about him
shows that. Does nothing--breeches by Anderson--boots by Bartley; besides
which, he drinks wine every day, and has a whole box of cigars in his
bedroom. But don't take my word for it, pray,' continued Bragg, seeing
Pacey was wavering; 'don't take my word for it, pray. There's a gen'l'man,
a countryman of his, somewhere about,' added he, looking anxiously into the
surrounding crowd--there's a gen'l'man, a countryman of his, somewhere
about, if we could