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rails and right into a carriage, the door of which was at the 

 moment open. Two ladies were inside, and on the front seat 

 lunch was still uncleared. The popular young jockey pulled 

 himself together a bit, assured his astonished hostesses that 

 he was not hurt, and at once accepted their kindly suggestion 

 of a glass of wine. Mornington had been wasting hard to 

 ride Victorious at 7 st. 12 lbs., and he had not had time since 

 the Cesarewitch to lunch; he therefore took the oppor- 

 tunity of observing that he was very hungry. The ladies, 

 though they had not precisely invited him to come in, were 

 delighted to entertain him ; and so, while the other jockeys 

 who had weighed out for the race were being drenched, 

 wind-smitten, and battered by hailstones at the post, Morny 

 Cannon sat dry and comfortable in the carriage, regaling 

 himself with chicken and champagne. As Morny after- 

 wards remarked, it was rather an odd way to call on ladies 

 in a carriage at lunch time, over rails and head first; but 

 all's well that ends well. 



