Well, I suppose we've all had enough,' added he, 'may as well go home and have some luncheon, and then a game at billiards, or rackets, or something.

How's the old water-rat ?' added he, turning to Thornton, who was now busy emptying his cap and mopping the velvet.
The water-rat was as well as could be expected, but did not quite like the new aspect of affairs.

He saw that Mr.Sponge was a first-rate horseman, and also knew that nothing ingratiated one man with another so much as skill and boldness in the field.

It was by that means, indeed, that he had established himself in Mr.Waffles' good graces--an ingratiation that had been pretty serviceable to him, both in the way of meat, drink, mounting, and money.

Had Mr.Sponge been, like himself, a needy, penniless adventurer, Caingey would have tried to have kept him out by some of those plausible, admonitory hints, that poverty makes men so obnoxious to; but in the case of a rich, flourishing individual, with such an astonishing stud as Leather made him out to have, it was clearly Caingey's policy to knock under and be subservient to Mr.Sponge also.