"If this lasts long we may win. None of them can stay like us."

"Come, the favourite is not so very dangerous."

"Cambridge looks best."

"I wouldn't change with either, so far."


"Now, in forty seconds more, I shall be able to pick out the winner."

Julia went up this ladder of thrills to a high state of excitement; and,
indeed, they were all so tuned to racing pitch, that some metal nerve or
other seemed to jar inside all three, when the piercing, grating voice of
Kennet broke in suddenly with--

"How do you construe [Greek text]?"

The wretch had burrowed in the intellectual ruins of Greece the moment
the pistol went off, and college chat ceased. Hardie raised his
opera-glass, and his first impulse was to brain the judicious Kennet,
gazing up to him for an answer, with spectacles goggling like
supernatural eyes of dead sophists in the sun.

"How do you construe _'Hoc age'_? you incongruous dog. Hold your tongue,
and mind the race."


"There, I thought so. Where's your three to one, now? The Cockneys are