24 THE WARWICKSHIEE HUNT. [1878 



On through the coixrtier-lined 

 Room, most tremendous grind, 

 Into the Presence Room, 

 Leaving their friends behind, 

 Passed the Four Hixndred. 



Flushed all their faces fair. 

 Flashed all their jewels rare. 

 Scratched all their shoulders bare, 

 Thrusting each other, while 



Outsiders wondered. 

 Into the Presence Room, 

 Taking their turn they come. 

 Some looking very glum, 



O'er trains sore sundered ; 

 Kiss hand, and outwards back 



Fagged the Four Hundred. 



V. 



Crowds to the right of them, 

 Crowds on the left of them, 

 Crowds all in front of them, 



Stumbled and blundered ! 

 Back through more courtier-lined 

 Rooms, O, tremendous grind. 

 Debutantes, thirsty, pined 



For ice or cup o' tea ; 

 No sofas horsehair lined. 



Not a chair or settee. 



Poor, dear Four Hundred. 



VI. 



Mothers to rage gave vent. 

 Husbands for broughams sent. 

 While at mismanagement 



Both sorely wondered. 

 Not till the sun had set. 

 Not till the lamjjs were lit. 

 Home from the Drawing Room 



Got the Four Hundred. 



VII. 



Some, I heard, in despair 

 Of getting stool or chair. 

 Took to the floor, and there 

 Sat down and wondered. 



