I don't like George Vavasor, and I don't know who does; but I like him better than dummy.

And I'd sooner play whist with men I don't like, Grindems, than I'd not play at all." A bystander might have thought from the tone of Mr Maxwell's voice that he was alluding to Mr Grindley himself, but Mr Grindley didn't seem to take it in that light.
"That's true, of course," said he.

"We can't pick men just as we please.

But I certainly didn't think that he'd make it out for another season." The club breakfasted the next morning at nine o'clock, in order that they might start at half-past for the meet at Edgehill.

Edgehill is twelve miles from Roebury, and the hacks would do it in an hour and a half,--or perhaps a little less.