Mangy mutton, brutal beef; pudding on Thursdays and Sundays, and that fit to poison you.

Just look at my leader--did you ever see a prettier animal?
Drove over from Baymouth.

Came the nine mile in two-and-forty minutes.

Not bad going, sir." "Are you stopping at Baymouth, Foker ?" Pendennis asked.
"I'm coaching there," said the other, with a nod.
"What ?" asked Pen, and in a tone of such wonder, that Foker burst out laughing, and said, "He was blowed if he didn't think Pen was such a flat as not to know what coaching meant." "I'm come down with a coach from Oxford.

A tutor, don't you see, old boy?
He's coaching me, and some other men, for the little go.