bay horse, not a brown--a bay horse with broken knees--an
aged, worn-out quadruped.

"What is this?" cries Harry.

"Your honour's new horse," says the groom, touching his cap.

"This brute?" exclaims the young gentleman, with one or more of those
expressions then in use in England and Virginia. "Go and bring me round
Prince William, Mr. William's horse, the brown horse."

"Mr. William have rode Prince William this morning away to Salisbury
Races. His last words was, 'Sam, saddle my bay horse, Cato, for Mr.
Warrington this morning. He is Mr. Warrington's horse now. I sold him to
him last night.' And I know your honour is bountiful: you will consider
the groom."

My lord could not help breaking into a laugh at these words of Sam the
groom, whilst Harry, for his part, indulged in a number more of those
remarks which politeness does not admit of our inserting here.

"Mr. William said he never could think of parting with the Prince under
a hundred and twenty," said the groom, looking at the young man.

Lord Castlewood only laughed the more. "Will has been too much for thee,
Harry Warrington."

"Too much for me, my lord! So may a fellow with loaded dice throw sixes,
and be too much for me. I do not call this betting, I call it ch----"

"Mr. Warrington! Spare me bad words about my brother, if you please.
Depend on it, I will take care that you are righted. Farewell. Ride
quickly, or your coaches will be at Farnham before you;" and waving him
an adieu, my lord entered into the house, whilst Harry and his companion
rode out of the courtyard. The young Virginian was much too eager to
rejoin the carriages and his charmer, to remark the unutterable love and
affection which Gumbo shot from his fine eyes towards a young creature
in the porter's lodge.

When the youth was gone, the chaplain and my lord sate down to finish
their breakfast in peace and comfort. The two ladies did not return to
this meal.

"That was one of Will's confounded rascally tricks," says my lord. "If
our cousin breaks Will's head I should not wonder."

"He is used to the operation, my lord, and yet," adds the chaplain, with
a grin, "when we were playing last night, the colour of the horse was
not mentioned. I could not escape, having but one: and the black boy
has ridden off on him. The young Virginian plays like a man, to do him
justice."

"He wins because he does not care about losing. I think there can be
little doubt but that he is very well