112 A BALL ROOM, AND A BELLE. 



bruising pluck of Maglicr, or Clasher, who from first 

 to last had flown in the first flight under the dauntless 

 daring and grand piloting of the Squire. In a word, 

 Alvanley, Goodricke, Holyoke, Sir Richard Musgrave, 

 all the cracks, were nonplussed ; and what was worse, the 

 second horses of the men were worse beat, if possible, 

 than those of their masters ; and it was clear to be 

 seen that the death of that rattling fox was the end 

 of the day's sport, although the sun had not yet seen 

 his meridian. 



The run had been so brilliant, however, that all who 

 had gone well were well contented : and it was only 

 Jardinier, ever malcontent, and a few others of the 

 illustrious thrown out, who were disposed to cavil at 

 the dispositions of the Squire. 



" I can't say, Fairfax, that I'm sorry it's all over 

 for the day," said Matuschevitz, ''and you for reasons 

 of your own ought to be glad, if you are prudent, I 

 mean, more than ambitious — v/hich by the way I don't 

 believe you are." 



" I'm sure, at least, I never said I was, mon clier,'' re- 

 joined the other, laughing, " but why ? why oiigltt I 

 to be glad?" 



" Is that ignorance or afi'ectation, Fairfax ? stupid- 

 ity or vanity ? — of the two whether ?" 



"Vanity and affectation, I trust. But, again, I 

 repeat why ?" 



"You have gone so devilish well to-day, and made 

 so favorable an impression that you would do w^ell to 

 repose on your laurels, 'till with renewed morning 

 come reinvigorated sinews." 



" Oh ! is that all ? — but you forget, Matuschevitz, 

 that I ride for excitement and to amuse myself, not to 

 be admired or made a ten-days wonder." 



" Oh, aye ! the nil admirari, I had forgotten that 

 was your hobby ; but I think you misconstrue your 

 Latin admirari ; Jardinier will tell you, as an Etonian 



