"I fancy he hasn't a very sweet time at Bickers's." "But he ought to have won the mile, for all that.

He's got the longest legs in Grandcourt, and used to have the best wind." "Gone stale," said Ainger, "and growing too fast.

Why, he must be as tall as Railsford already; and he's good for an inch or so more." "Poor beggar! But what about the high jump ?" "High jump?
Smedley and Clipstone a tie, 5 feet 41/2." "Thank you," said Barnworth.

"I may as well scratch at once.

I once jumped that, but that was in the days of my youth." "Fiddlesticks! If you don't clear 5 feet 5, you deserve to be sent home to a daily governess," said Ainger, laughing.