I wish I had his pluck.

His liver must be splendid." The drawing-room was full of people playing a game concerned with horses ridden by jockeys with the latest seat.

And Shelton was compelled to help in carrying on this sport till early in the morning.

At last he left, exhausted by his animation.
He thought of the wedding; he thought over his dinner and the wine that he had drunk.

His mood of satisfaction fizzled out.