Well, when you've done your cypherin', come right back to London, as hard as you can clip from the race-course, and you won't miss any of 'em; the town is as full as ever, to your eyes.

A knowin' old coon, bred and born to London, might, but you couldn't.
"Arter that's over, go and pitch the whole bilin' of 'em into the Thames, hosses, carriages, people, and all; and next day, if it warn't for the black weepers and long faces of them that's lost money by it, and the black crape and happy faces of them that's got money, or titles, or what not by it, you wouldn't know nothin' about it.

Carriages wouldn't rise ten cents in the pound in the market.

A stranger, like you, if you warn't told, wouldn't know nothin' was the matter above common.

There ain't nothin' to England shows its wealth like this.
"Says father to me when I came back, 'Sam,' sais he, 'what struck you most ?' "'Ascot Races,' sais I.
"'Jist like you,' sais he.