“I never thought Harris was so weak as to go and marry,” said the youngest of the party, not fully one-and-twenty.
“Every one hasn't your experience, Upton,” said May-fair.
“Why do the fellows bear all this?” whispered Tony, again.
“I say, be quiet,—do be quiet,” mumbled Skeff.
“Who was it used to call Kitty Beaumont the Lass of Richmond Hill?” said Mayfair; and now another uproar ensued as to the authority in question, in which many contradictions were exchanged, and some wagers booked.
“Sing us that song Bailey made on her,—'Fair Lady on the River's Bank;' you can sing it, Clinton?”
“Yes, let us have the song,” cried several together.
“I 'll wager five pounds I 'll name a prettier girl on the same spot,” said Tony to Skeff.
“Butler challenges the field,” cried Skeff. “He knows, and will name, the prettiest girl in Richmond.”
“I take him. What 's the figure?” said Mayfair.