e the great authority in England upon races,
racehorses, and hunters? If he could be the winner of a Derby and
Leger he thought that Glasslough and Lupton would snub him no longer,
that even Tregear would speak to him, and that his pal the Duke's son
would never throw him aside again.

Lord Silverbridge had bought a drag with all its appendages. There
was a coach, the four bay horses, the harness, and the two regulation
grooms. When making this purchase he had condescended to say a word
to his father on the subject. "Everybody belongs to the four-in-hand
club now," said the son.

"I never did," said the Duke.

"Ah,--if I could be like you!"

The Duke had said that he would think about it, and then had told Mr.
Morton that he was to pay the bill for this new toy. He had thought
about it, and had assured himself that driving a coach and four was
at present regarded as a fitting amusement for young men of rank and
wealth. He did not understand it himself. It seemed to him to be
as unnatural as though a gentleman should turn blacksmith and make
horseshoes for his amusement. Driving four horses was hard work. But
the same might be said of rowing. There were men, he knew, who would
spend their days standing at a lathe, making little boxes for their
recreation. He did not sympathise with it. But the fact was so, and
this driving of coaches was regarded with favour. He had been a
little touched by that word his son had spoken. "Ah,--if I could be
like you!" So he had given the permission; the drag, horses, harness,
and grooms had come into the possession of Lord Silverbridge; and now
they were put into requisition to take their triumphant owner and his
party down to Epsom. Dolly Longstaff's team was sent down to meet
them half-way. Gerald Palliser, who had come up from Cambridge
that morning, was allowed to drive the first stage out of town to
compensate him for the cruelty done to him by the University pundits.
Tifto, with a cigar in his mouth, with a white hat and a blue veil,
and a new light-coloured coat, was by no means the least happy of the
party.

How that race was run, and how both Prime Minister and Quousque
were beaten by an outsider named Fishknife, Prime Minister, however,
coming in a good second, the present writer having no aptitude in
that way, cannot describe. Such, however, were the facts, and then
Dolly Longstaff and Lord Silverbridge drove the coach back to London.
The coming back was not so triumphan