Binfield was asking where you picked your hunters up--got his eye on the kangaroo, I fancy.

I ventured to suggest, in my agreeable way, that you bought them by the yard." Tyson looked furious.

Louis went on, unconscious of his doom.

"Old Morley went for me like a lunatic--said you didn't ride like a tailor, you rode like a _man_.

Queer old buffer, Morley--couldn't think what was the matter with him." Tyson laid down his cue and held Stanistreet with a leveling gaze.
"Look here, Stanistreet," said he, "I've stood a good deal, but if you think I'm going to stand that, you're a greater fool than I took you for.
What the hell do you mean by telling everybody about my private affairs ?" "My dear Tyson, a man who rides to hounds regularly on a kangaroo has no private affairs, he is, _ipso facto_, a public character." He threw back his head and shouted his laughter.