Even the poor younger brother had lost a couple of hundred pounds, for which he would have to make his own special application to Mr.Morton.
But Tifto felt it more than any one.

The horse ought to have won.
Fishknife had been favoured by such a series of accidents that the whole affair had been a miracle.

Tifto had these circumstances at his fingers' ends, and in the course of the afternoon and evening explained them accurately to all who would listen to him.

He had this to say on his own behalf,--that before the party had left the course their horse stood first favourite for the Leger.

But Tifto was unhappy as he came back to town, and in spite of the lunch, which had been very glorious, sat moody and sometimes even silent within his gay apparel.
"It was the unfairest start I ever saw," said Tifto, almost getting up from his seat on the coach so as to address Dolly and Silverbridge on the box.
"What the -- -- is the good of that ?" said Dolly from the coach-box.
"Take your licking and don't squeal." "That's all very well.