Lucas. Same old sermon!
Criddle. No, sir. Not exactly the same sermon, though it had similar points to last year. Ah! You came over for the old year's service last year?
Lucas. Yes, and a rattling good sermon it was!
Criddle. Very powerful and persuading, wasn't it, sir? It even touched me up a bit.
Lucas. In what way, Criddle?
Criddle. I used to have my ten bob on any horse as I fancied, but I never put a farthing on anything—not even on Sulky Susan for the Oaks.
Lucas. You didn't?
Criddle. No, and thank God, in a manner of speaking, that I didn't, for she never pulled it off. I owe that to Mr. Pilcher. No, I never touched a thing till the Leger. That reminds me——
Lucas. What, Criddle?
Criddle. Why, last year, after Mr. Pilcher's sermon, the master had a collecting box, and when he found himself going a bit off the straight he used to put in a shilling or half-a-crown for Mr. Pilcher's blanket fund——