Scene—As above. Time—Mid-day. Sport—None up to now.
Stout Party (about to leave.) "Most extr'ordinary thing. Whenever I go home, they always have a rattling good run."
Candid Friend. "Then, for goodness' sake, go home at once!"
MOST EXTRAORDINARY
Dismounted Sportsman. "Now, how the deuce did my hat manage to get up there?"