6o Captain Dabber. 



farmyard to avoid a nasty-looking fence, and were there 

 and then impounded by the indignant agriculturist, who 

 declined to let them go until they stumped up a sovereign 

 apiece. The next day our friend (who killed his hare, by 

 the way) got a series of most indignant letters from his 

 stag-hunting friends, some of them indeed being actually 

 mean enough to ask for their subscriptions back. So he 

 took the virtuous indignation tack, and gave up the whole 

 thing, kindly making the Hunt a present of his valuable 

 pack of hounds. 



Charlie was now at uncommonly low water, everything 

 seemed to go wrong. Jenny Jones, whom he had backed 

 for as much as he could get on for the Cambridgeshire, 

 with a view to keeping him comfortably for the winter, 

 failed to get a place even. His watch and chain, even 

 the presentation hunting horn, disappeared on a long visit 

 to his confiding uncle's, and his green coat, his cap, and 

 his lily-white cords and brown-topped boots, might have 

 been seen any day in the week airing themselves outside 

 the fusty emporium of Mr. Solomon Isaacs in Holywell- 

 street. There is a story told of him about this period, 

 that, whilst on a visit to a country house, the footman 

 appeared one morning in his bedroom to lay out his 

 clothes, &c., when the following dialogue took place 

 between the two : — 



Footman : "Please, sir, I don't see no clean shirt." 

 Charlie (sitting up in bed) : '' No clean shirt ! Why, 

 where's the one I sent to the wash on Saturday ? " 

 Footman (grinning) : " Please, sir, it come in two." 

 Charlie (subsiding on to his pillow) : '' Came in two, 

 did it ? I wish to heavens it had come in four then, for 

 it's the only one I've got." 



