Richard was uproarious.

He drank a health with every glass; his cheeks were flushed and his eyes brilliant.

Ripton looked very much like a rogue on the tremble of detection, but his honest hunger and the partridge-pie shielded him awhile from Adrian's scrutinizing glance.

Adrian saw there was matter for study, if it were only on Master Ripton's betraying nose, and sat down to hear and mark.
"Good sport, gentlemen, I trust to hear ?" he began his quiet banter, and provoked a loud peal of laughter from Richard.
"Ha, ha! I say, Rip: 'Havin' good sport, gentlemen, are ye ?' You remember the farmer! Your health, parson! We haven't had our sport yet.
We're going to have some first-rate sport.

Oh, well! we haven't much show of birds.