Mr. Snaffle, at the club meeting, made the very same proposal to Mr.
Woolsey that the perfumer had made; and stated that as Eglantine was
going to ride Hemperor, Woolsey, at least, ought to mount too. But
he was met by the same modest refusal on the tailor's part, who
stated that he had never mounted a horse yet, and preferred greatly
the use of a coach.

Eglantine's character as a "swell" rose greatly with the club that
evening.

Two o'clock on Sunday came: the two beaux arrived punctually at the
door to receive the two smiling ladies.

"Bless us, Mr. Eglantine!" said Miss Crump, quite struck by him, "I
never saw you look so handsome in your life." He could have flung
his arms around her neck at the compliment. "And law, Ma! what has
happened to Mr. Woolsey? doesn't he look ten years younger than
yesterday?" Mamma assented, and Woolsey bowed gallantly, and the
two gentlemen exchanged a nod of hearty friendship.

The day was delightful. Eglantine pranced along magnificently on
his cantering armchair, with his hat on one ear, his left hand on
his side, and his head flung over his shoulder, and throwing
under-glances at Morgiana whenever the "Emperor" was in advance of
the clarence. The "Emperor" pricked up his ears a little uneasily
passing the Ebenezer chapel in Richmond, where the congregation were
singing a hymn, but beyond this no accident occurred; nor was Mr.
Eglantine in the least stiff or fatigued by the time the party
reached Richmond, where he arrived time enough to give his steed