mash." "Not at all! The Regent and Rake cross in the old strain,
always was black-tan with a white frill." "The Earl's as good a fellow
as Lady Flora; always give you a mount." "Nothing like a Kate Terry
though, on a bright day, for salmon." "Faster thing I never knew; found
at twenty minutes past eleven, and killed just beyond Longdown Water
at ten to twelve." All these various phrases were rushing in among each
other, and tossed across the eddies of smoke in the conflicting tongues
loosened in the tabagie and made eloquent, though slightly inarticulate,
by pipe-stems; while a tall, fair man, with the limbs of a Hercules, the
chest of a prize-fighter, and the face of a Raphael Angel, known in the
Household as Seraph, was in the full blood of a story of whist played
under difficulties in the Doncaster express.

"I wanted a monkey; I wanted monkeys awfully," he was stating as Forest
King's owner came into the smoking-room.

"Did you, Seraph? The 'Zoo' or the Clubs could supply you with apes
fully developed to any amount," said Bertie, as he threw himself down.

"You be hanged!" laughed the Seraph, known to the rest of the world
as the Marquis of Rockingham, son of the Duke of Lyonnesse. "I wished
monkeys, but the others wished ponies and hundreds, so I gave in;
Vandebur and I won two rubbers, and we'd just begun the third when the
train stopped with a crash; none of us dropped the cards though, but
the tricks and the scores all went down with the shaking. 'Can't play in
that row,' said Charlie, for the women were shrieking like mad, and the
engine was roaring like my mare Philippa--I'm afraid she'll never be
cured, poor thing!--so I put my head out and asked what was up? We'd run
into a cattle train. Anybody hurt? No, nobody hurt; but we were to get
out. 'I'll be shot if I get out,' I told 'em, 'till I've finished the
rubber.' 'But you must get out,' said the guard; 'carriages must be
moved.' 'Nobody says "must" to him,' said Van (he'd drank more Perles du
Rhin than was good for him in Doncaster); 'don't you know the Seraph?'
Man stared. 'Yes, sir; know the Seraph, sir; leastways, did, sir, afore
he died; see him once at Moulsey Mill, sir; his "one two" was amazin'.
Waters soon threw up the sponge.' We were all dying with laughter, and
I tossed him a tenner. 'There, my good fellow,' said I, 'shunt the
carriage and let us finish the game. If another train comes up, give it
Lord Rockingham's compliments and say he'll tha