Martin Legrand

“ Quite a lady in her manners,” was an observation made by our hero, having reference to Miss Farmer, of the Green Lion, a lady with whose charms many generations of undergraduates have been smitten.
“ Downy—very downy—knows it pays. However, it is a jolly place enough to go to,” said Mr. Pokyr.
“I like the old lady—old Mrs. Farmer; she’s a brick,” said Calipee.
“One peculiarity about Kitty Farmer I can’t make out,” said Blaydes. “ She never gets any older—always looks the same. ”

“ Chutney, he observed long strings of these animals at exercise, walking, doing steady canters, or galloping at top speed, in various parts of the Heath, and giving to it a very lively appearance. Our hero, whose spirits had risen very rapidly at the termination of his duel, and the speedy prospect of breakfast, remarked to his friend Mr. Pokyr, who held the ribands, and managed the steed that had brought them from Cambridge with his wonted skill, carefully nursing him for a spirit into the town to finish with—
“ Pokyr.”
“ Golightly.”
“ What are those horses? What numbers there are about!” ”

“ O’Higgins, in self-defence; “ for I smoked me last on the way, and very foine seegyars they are."
“ Newmarket is the dullest place in the world, except in Meeting-weeks: is it not, Miss Farmer?” said Calipee, addressing the hostess, who looked very fresh and charming in her white and blue piqué morning gown.
“Newmarket dull! oh, Mr. Calipee, how can you say so?" replied the lively Kitty standing behind Mr. Calipee’s chair, and playfully patting his fat shoulder with her ring-bedizened hand. “ You don’t think we are dull, do you, Mr. Pokyr?" ”

“ There is, however, one alteration in the aspect of the Heath since the days of old, when first it became celebrated as a place of sport, which we must notice: whereas in King Charles’s time a dozen horses of his Majesty’s, and a few belonging to certain noblemen of the Court, were almost all the blood-stock of England; now, seven or eight hundred race-horses are trained at Newmarket ”

“ What a pace they are going at! ” said our hero, with animation, pointing to a long team galloping on the lower ground to their left hand. “ They are racing, I believe,” he added, involuntarily rising on his legs in the dogcart, at imminent risk of a fall.
“ You’ll be spilt if you are not careful. Sit down—had you not better? ”
“ I am very fond of horses, Pokyr,” said Mr. Golightly, as he resumed his seat.
“ I should think you are—who is not? ” replied his friend, giving the horse he drove a cut with the whip.
“ Of all things, I should like to go over the stables,” observed Mr. ”

“ Accordingly, accepting this invitation, our hero and Mr. Calipee stepped into the box, and made friends with the celebrated horse who inhabited it.
Having gone the round of the establishment, from the “aged” division to the unruly yearlings just being “backed” and “broke,” our party tipped the head lad and the head lad’s deputy, and then wished Mr. Lawson good morning, and thanked him for his kindness in showing them round the Lodge House establishment. They walked quietly back to the Green Lion, meeting on their way several strings of horses coming from exercise on the Heath ”

“ Under the conservative influences of the Dukes of Rutland and the Jockey Club, the features of this matchless race course and training ground remain pretty much the same from generation to generation. An old and decayed post may occasionally be replaced by a new one, or a few pounds of white paint be laid on the railings near the Stands: but these changes are not great. ”

“ Pokyr. “Now we’ll rattle into the Green Lion. Hold tight now, and see how I shall turn the corner.” And with that remark, he tooled the dogcart neatly round the corner.
After breakfast had been despatched, the subject of the stables was revived again.
“ Capital weeds Kitty keeps,” said Mr. Blaydes.
“ Yes,” replied Mr. Chutney; who, being subdued in spirit, strove to lose himself in his cigar.
“ I always like a cigar after breakfast,” said Mr. Calipee, “ but I never can smoke any but my own ”

“ Pokyr.
“ So I will, some day—some day when you and he ride over together.”
“ How are you getting on with your Latin, Miss Farmer?” asked Blaydes. “You know, you translated the ‘Nunquam Dormio’ on Bell's Life for me, the last time I was here.”
“Oh, jolly!—such fun—I like it. What are you men going to do?”
“ Golightly would like to see one of the stables.”
“ All right," replied their hostess. “ I’ll write a little note to Mrs. Lawson, and she will ask her husband to show you over the Lodge House lot. After all, it’s the best.”
Presently Kitty came back, to say it was all right; and Mr. ”