The Saturnine Stableman (encouragingly). You'll 'ev to set back a bit next journey, Guv'nor!
The Cockney Groom. 'Orses 'ud jump better if the fences was a bit 'igher.
The S. S. They'll be plenty 'oigh enough fur some on 'em.
The Severe Critic. Ugly seat that fellow has—all anyhow when the horse jumps.
Judge of Horseflesh. Has he? I didn't notice—I was looking at the horse.
[Severe Critic feels snubbed.
The S. S. (soothingly, as the Competitor with the loose seat comes round again). That's not good, Guv'nor!
The Cockney Groom. 'Ere's a little bit o' fashion coming down next—why, there's quite a boy on his back.
The S. S. 'E won't be on 'im long if he don't look out. Cup an' ball I call it!
The Morbid Man. I suppose there's always a accident o' some sort before they've finished.