Now and again he would sell a serviceable animal at a fair price, and would endeavour to make such sale in favour of someone whose countenance would be a rock to him.

He knew his business well, but yet there would be mistakes.
Now, at this very moment, was the culmination of the Major's life.

He was Master of the Runnymede Hounds, he was partner with the eldest son of a Duke in the possession of that magnificent colt, the Prime Minister, and he was a member of the Beargarden.

He was a man who had often been despondent about himself, but was now disposed to be a little triumphant.

He had finished his season well with the Runnymede, and were it not that, let him work as he would, his expenses always exceeded his means, he would have been fairly comfortable.
At eight o'clock Lord Silverbridge and his friend met in the dining-room of the Beargarden.