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 triumphant, though
the young fellows bore their failure well.
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