'There'll be no shooting to-day, I guess.' Then, suddenly lifting up his voice, he regaled us with a few bars of a rollicking song, which abruptly ceasing, he finished the tune with a whistle, and then continued:--'I say, Mrs.Huntingdon, what a fine stud your husband has! not large, but good.

I've been looking at them a bit this morning; and upon my word, Black Boss, and Grey Tom, and that young Nimrod are the finest animals I've seen for many a day!' Then followed a particular discussion of their various merits, succeeded by a sketch of the great things he intended to do in the horse-jockey line, when his old governor thought proper to quit the stage.

'Not that I wish him to close his accounts,' added he: 'the old Trojan is welcome to keep his books open as long as he pleases for me.' 'I hope so, indeed, Mr.Hattersley.' 'Oh, yes! It's only my way of talking.

The event must come some time, and so I look to the bright side of it: that's the right plan--isn't it, Mrs.H.?
What are you two doing here?
By-the-by, where's Lady Lowborough ?' 'In the billiard-room.' 'What a splendid creature she is!' continued he, fixing his eyes on his wife, who changed colour, and looked more and more disconcerted as he proceeded.

'What a noble figure she has; and what magnificent black eyes; and what a fine spirit of her own; and what a tongue of her own, too, when she likes to use it.