At both games George Vavasor was great and he never got snubbed.
There were men who lived together at Roebury in a kind of club,--four or five of them, who came thither from London, running backwards and forwards as hunting arrangements enabled them to do so,--a brewer or two and a banker, with a would-be fast attorney, a sporting literary gentleman, and a young unmarried Member of Parliament who had no particular home of his own in the country.

These men formed the Roebury Club, and a jolly life they had of it.

They had their own wine closet at the King's Head,--or Roebury Inn as the house had come to be popularly called,--and supplied their own game.

The landlord found everything else; and as they were not very particular about their bills, they were allowed to do pretty much as they liked in the house.

They were rather imperious, very late in their hours, sometimes, though not often, noisy, and once there had been a hasty quarrel which had made the landlord in his anger say that the club should be turned out of his house.