Come, you are good at everything, let us have a race!" "No, I thank you," said Mr.Jinks, drawing back; "I have business, sir--important business, sir!" "Have you ?" said Ralph, restraining his desire to lay the lash of his whip over Fodder's back, and so inaugurate a new Iliad of woes for Mr.
Jinks.

"Then go on in your course, my dear fellow.

I am going to see a young lady, who really is beginning to annoy me." And the mercurial young fellow passed from laughter to smiles, and even to something suspiciously resembling a sigh.
"Farewell, my dear Jinks," he added, becoming gay again; "fortune favors the brave, recollect.

I wish I could believe it," he added, laughing.
And touching his horse, Ralph set forward toward the Bower of Nature, and consequently toward Miss Fanny.
"There goes a young man who is in love," said Mr.Jinks, with philosophic dignity; "regularly caught by a pair of black eyes.

Boy!" added Mr.Jinks, after the manner of Coriolanus, "he don't know 'em as I do.