Although Mr.Bragg did profess such indifference for Mr.Sponge's opinion, he nevertheless thought it might perhaps be as well to be condescending to the stranger.

Accordingly, he ordered his whips to be on the alert, to tie their ties and put on their boots as they ought to be, and to hoist their caps becomingly on the appearance of our friend.

Bragg, like a good many huntsmen, had a sort of tariff of politeness, that he indicated by the manner in which he saluted the field.

To a lord, he made a sweep of his cap like the dome of St.
Paul's; a baronet came in for about half as much; a knight, to a quarter.
Bragg had also a sort of City or monetary tariff of politeness--a tariff that was oftener called in requisition than the 'Debrett' one, in Mr.
Puffington's country.

To a good 'tip' he vouchsafed as much cap as he gave to a lord; to a middling 'tip' he gave a sort of move that might either pass for a touch of the cap or a more comfortable adjustment of it to his head; a very small 'tip' had a forefinger to the peak; while he who gave nothing at all got a good stare or a good morning! or something of that sort.