They have the game in their own hands, if they did but know how to play it.' Lancelot stood still, sulking over many thoughts.

The colonel lounged across the room towards Lord Vieuxbois, a quiet, truly high- bred young man, with a sweet open countenance, and an ample forehead, whose size would have vouched for great talents, had not the promise been contradicted by the weakness of the over-delicate mouth and chin.
'Who is that with whom you came into the room, Bracebridge ?' asked Lord Vieuxbois.

'I am sure I know his face.' 'Lancelot Smith, the man who has taken the shooting-box at Lower Whitford.' 'Oh, I remember him well enough at Cambridge! He was one of a set who tried to look like blackguards, and really succeeded tolerably.

They used to eschew gloves, and drink nothing but beer, and smoke disgusting short pipes; and when we established the Coverley Club in Trinity, they set up an opposition, and called themselves the Navvies.

And they used to make piratical expeditions down to Lynn in eight oars, to attack bargemen, and fen girls, and shoot ducks, and sleep under turf-stacks, and come home when they had drank all the public-house taps dry.