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Putting his whip under his arm, Pacey just walked up to the horse, and, placing the point of his foot in the stirrup, hoisted himself on by the mane, without deigning to take hold of the reins. Having soused himself into the saddle, he then began feeling the stirrups. 'How are they for length, sir? asked Leather, with a hitch of his hand to his forehead.
'I think I do, replied Sponge who had been at the game pretty often. 'Well, then, continued Jack, reverting to his original position, 'my friend, Mr. Pacey here, challenges your chestnut. 'No, never mind, muttered Pacey peevishly, in an undertone, with a frown on his face, giving Jack a dig in the ribs with his elbow. 'Never mind, repeated he; 'I don't care about it I don't want the horse.
See how graciously the ladies receive him, as, having ascended the stairs, he appears among them. 'A man is never too old to marry' is their maxim. The cry is still, 'They come! they come! See at a hand-gallop, with his bay pony in a white lather, rides Pacey, grinning from ear to ear, with his red-backed betting-book peeping out of the breast pocket of his brown cutaway.
Then, paying for him seventy sovereigns! confound it, it would be very inconvenient most inconvenient indeed, he couldn't do it, so there was an end of it. The facilities of carrying out after-dinner transactions frequently vanish with the morning's sun. So it was with Mr. Pacey. Then he began to think how to get out of it. Should he tell Mr.
'He's done the thing like a sportsman, and deserves to have luck with his deal. Your good health, Mr. Pacey! continued he, addressing himself specifically to our friend, 'and luck to your horse. 'Your good health, Mr. Pacey your good health, Mr. Pacey your good health, Mr.
Then, in a partial lull, the voice of Lord Scamperdale rises, exclaiming, 'Oh, you hideous Hobgoblin, bull-and-mouth of a boy! you think, because I'm a lord, and can't swear, or use coarse language And again the hubbub, led on by the 'Devil among the tailors, drowns the exclamations of the speaker. It's that Pacey again; he's accusing the virtuous Mr.
Oh, that Pacey's wanting; always comes late, won't wait' so saying, or rather thinking, Mr. Puffington rang the bell and ordered dinner. Pacey then cast up. He was just the sort of swaggering youth that Jack had described; a youth who thought money would do everything in the world make him a gentleman, in short.
'He looks solitary without the coach at his tail, continued Pacey, looking up, and again addressing Sponge up the table. 'He does, affirmed Sponge, amidst the laughter of the party. Pacey didn't know how to take this; whether as a 'sell' or a compliment to his own wit.
'Well but what is it? repeated Sponge, appealing to Pacey, who stood as pale as ashes. 'Oh! nothing, replied he; 'quite a mistake; Mr. Spraggon misunderstood me altogether. 'Mistake! There's no mistake in the matter! exclaimed Jack, appearing again on the surface like an otter; 'you gave me the lie as plain as a pikestaff. 'Indeed! observed Mr.
Pacey to take champagne, as the commencement of a better understanding. The wine flowed freely, and the guests, particularly the fresh infusion, did ample justice to it. The guests of the day before, having indulged somewhat freely, were more moderate at first, though they seemed well inclined to do their best after they got their stomachs a little restored.
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