Harry Clavering never thought of the proverb when he went a-wooing.
But Captain Boodle of the Rag--for Captain Boodle always lived at the Rag when he was not at Newmarket, or at other race-courses, or in the neighborhood of Market Harborough--Captain Boodle knew a thing or two, and Captain Boodle was his fast friend.

He would go to Boodle and arrange the campaign with him.

Boodle had none of that hectoring, domineering way which Hugh never quite threw off in his intercourse with his brother.

And Archie, as he went along, resolved that when Lady Ongar's money was his, and when he had a countess for his wife, he would give his elder brother a cold shoulder.
Boodle was playing pool at the Rag, and Archie joined him; but pool is a game which hardly admits of confidential intercourse as to proposed wives, and Archie was obliged to remain quiet on that subject all the afternoon.

He cunningly, however, lost a little money to Boodle, for Boodle liked to win, and engaged himself to dine at the same table with his friend.