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118 TYLNEY HALL.

team, near wheeler lame behind" he continued, as he

critically watched each horse as it went smoking and1

shaking its tail into the "

stable-yard. Glad to see you,,

Ringwood," here another slap. " Old Hilary hasn't rubbed

off any of your bloom."

The eye of the father made a similar remark that Ringwood

looked rather more florid than usual, while the

complexion of Raby was somewhat paler than common ;

the natural results of too much port and claret, and an

excess of Greek and Latin. As for St. Kitts, his cheeks

wore the old brown, a tinge somewhat resembling that

of an undoubted "portrait by Rembrandt" in a picturedealer's

window. At the same time, the three faces were

as different in expression as in colour, the Creole's im-

plied indifference ; that of Raby beamed with the quiet

enjoyment of a mind at peace with itself, somewhat

heightened by the pleasure of meeting his father but, in

spite of its healthy hue, the countenance of Ringwood was

saddened by a cast of anxiety and gloom, hinting, too

probably, that he looked back on time and money equally

misspent at college.

a glance the new

His quick eye, however, detected at

acquisition to the stable, and every

thought of self-reproach for the follies or vices of the heir

of Tylney was lost in the consideration of the many good

points about the offspring of From

Jiggumbob and Tolderol.

this reverie he was roused by the voice of his

father.

" Well, how do you think he will carry you for he

is all your own, my boy, from the bridle to the crupper?"

(e

If he's old Sparks's colt, sir, he's the very one I've

long set my heart upon," answered "

Ringwood. But if

he's meant as a eollege-prize, sir, he belongs more to

St. Kitts than to me ; and to Raby more than either."

" Raby be d~d," the Squire was about to say, but he

suppressed the words, and contented himself with tacitly

expressing his opinion, by snatching the bridle of the

horse in question and turning him round with his head to

Ringwood and his tail to Raby.

" For my part," said the Creole, " I disclaim any idea

of rivalry in our studies and am pained to think my

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