spotted bird's-eye cravat. "This horse ought to have
one of you young chaps on his back!55 he exclaimed.
"Jumps too big for an old buffer like me; never known
him put a foot wrong, clever as a cat—(hold up, will
youl)" ... his clever hunter having tripped badly on
He presented me to an affable person on the other
side of him—Mr. Bellerby, of Cowslake Manor. Mr.
Bellerby was mounted on a fidgety, ewe-necked,
weak-middled, dun-coloured mare. He had a
straggling sandy beard and was untidily dressed in
new clothes which looked all wrong. He seemed to
have put them on in a hurry—baggy black coat half-
unbuttoned—spurs falling back from loose-fitting
patent-leather boots, starched stock with a horseshoe
pin insecurely inserted—badly cut white corduroy
breeches; and an absurdly long cane hunting-crop
without a thong. He had a mackintosh coat rolled up
and strapped on the back of his saddle. He wore
moss-green worsted gloves, and his mare's bridle had
a browband of yellow and black striped patent leather.
Mr. Dearborn remarked, when we lost sight of him
in the crowd outside the covert, that he was a queer
fish to look at, but a very warm man in Mincing Lane.
"Made a pile of money out in the East; just come to
live in our country; built a billiard-room on to his
house, I hear; sort of man who might be good for a
fifty pound subscription. Fear he's no horseman,
however. That dun of his gallops like a train till
she gets near a fence, and then digs her toes in. I
know all about her, for he bought her in the summer
from a neighbour of mine. Pity he didn't ask my
advice. I'd have let him have this one for a hundred
and twenty. Absolute patent-safety, this one; jump
a house if you asked him to!"