PETER LEATHER Nothing bespeaks the character of a dealer's trade more than the servants and hangers-on of the establishment.

The civiler in manner, and the better they are 'put on,' the higher the standing of the master, and the better the stamp of the horses.
Those about Mr.Buckram's were of a very shady order.

Dirty-shirted, sloggering, baggy-breeched, slangey-gaitered fellows, with the word 'gin' indelibly imprinted on their faces.

Peter Leather, the head man, was one of the fallen angels of servitude.

He had once driven a duke--the Duke of Dazzleton--having nothing whatever to do but dress himself and climb into his well-indented richly fringed throne, with a helper at each horse's head to 'let go' at a nod from his broad laced three-cornered hat.