The club breakfasted the next morning at nine o'clock, in order that they might start at half-past for the meet at Edgehill. Edgehill is twelve miles from Roebury, and the hacks would do it in an hour and a half,--or perhaps a little less. "Does anybody know anything about that brown horse of Vavasor's?" said Maxwell. "I saw him coming into the yard yesterday with that old groom of his."
"He had a brown horse last season," said Grindley;--"a little thing that went very fast, but wasn't quite sound on the road."
"That was a mare," said Maxwell, "and he sold her to Cinquebars."*
[*Ah, my friend, from whom I have borrowed this scion of the nobility! Had he been left with us he would have forgiven me my little theft, and now that he has gone I will not change the name.]
"For a hundred and fifty," said Calder Jones, "and she wasn't worth the odd fifty."

The club breakfasted the next morning at nine o'clock, in order to leave at half-past for the hunting meet at Edgehill. Edgehill is twelve miles from Roebury, and the horses would do it in an hour and a half.
"Does anybody know anything about that brown horse of Vavasor's?" said Maxwell. "I saw him in the yard yesterday with that old groom of his."
"He had a brown horse last season," said Grindley; "a very fast little thing."
"That was a mare," said Maxwell, "and he sold her to Cinquebars."
"For a hundred and fifty," said Calder Jones, "and she wasn't worth it."
