Of course the state of the betting in regard to Prime Minister was the subject generally popular for the night.

Mr.Lupton came in, a gentleman well known in all fashionable circles, parliamentary, social, and racing, who was rather older than his company on this occasion, but still not so much so as to be found to be an incumbrance.

Lord Glasslough too, and others joined them, and a good deal was said about the horse.
"I never keep these things dark," said Tifto.

"Of course he's an uncertain horse." "Most horses are," said Lupton.
"Just so, Mr.Lupton.What I mean is, the Minister has got a bit of temper.

But if he likes to do his best I don't think any three-year-old in England can get his nose past him." "For half a mile he'd be nowhere with the Provence filly," said Glasslough.
"I'm speaking of a Derby distance, my Lord." "That's a kind of thing nobody really knows," said Lupton.
"I've seen him 'ave his gallops," said the little man, who in his moments of excitement would sometimes fall away from that exact pronunciation which had been one of the studies of his life, "and have measured his stride.