"I think I shall go down to Hampton Court and play tennis,"
said Lord Eugene. "As it is the Derby, nobody will be there."

"And I will go with you, Eugene," said Alfred Mountchesney,
"and we will dine together afterwards at the Toy. Anything is
better than dining in this infernal London."

"Well, for my part," said Mr Berners. "I do not like your
suburban dinners. You always get something you can't eat, and
cursed bad wine."

"I rather like bad wine," said Mr Mountchesney; "one gets so
bored with good wine."

"Do you want the odds against Hybiscus, Berners?" said a
guardsman looking up from his book, which he had been very
intently studying.

"All I want is some supper, and as you are not using your
place--"

"You shall have it. Oh! here's Milford, he will give them
me."

And at this moment entered the room the young nobleman whom we
have before mentioned, accompanied by an individual who was
approaching perhaps the termination of his fifth lustre but
whose general air rather betokened even a less experienced
time of life. Tall, with a well-proportioned figure and a