"So you were at College with him--first cousin to Lord Stilton--get the title if he only outlives the old man--good fellow, Dick--but drinks." "Dear me," said the Vicar; "I am sorry to hear that.

He was wild at Christchurch, but nothing out of the way.

Why, I remember at the Aylesbury Grinds--" Miss Limpenny, who did not know an Aylesbury Grind from a Bampton Lecture, yet detected an unfamiliar ring in the Vicar's voice.
"He fought a welsher," pursued the Vicar, "just before riding in a race.

'Rollingstone,' his horse was, and Cheddar's eyes closed before the second fence.

'Tom,' he called to me--I was on a mare called Barmaid--" I ask you to guess the amazement that fell among us.