"Markiss," in the person of his gardener, had three prizes; "Old Money-Bags" (Mr.Augustus Mortimer's name at election time) had two prizes, in the person of his son's gardener; in fact, the "pinks" triumphed almost at the rate of two to one, and yet, to their immortal honour, let it be recorded that the "blues" said it was all fair.
John Mortimer shortly went to fetch his father, and returned with him and all his own younger children.

Mr.Mortimer had long been allowed to give three supplementary prizes, on his own account, to some of the exhibitors who were cottagers, and on this occasion his eyes, having been duly directed by his son, were observed to rest with great admiration on the big lettuces.

Raby's wife could hardly believe it when she saw the bright sovereign laid on the broad top of one of them; while Mr.Swan, as one of the heroes of the day, and with Mrs.Swan leaning on his arm, looked on approvingly, the latter wearing a black silk gown and a shawl covered with fir-cones.

She was a stout woman, and had been very pretty--she was supposed by her husband to be so still.

On this occasion, pointing out the very biggest and brightest bunch of cut-flowers he saw, Mr.Swan remarked complacently-- "They remind me of you, Maria." "And which on 'em came from our garden, dear," said Mrs.Swan, meaning which came from Mr.John Mortimer's garden.
Swan pointed out several.