THE GREAT REPUDIATION.
Mr. Smillie. "HERE, HOP IT, OR YOU'LL SPOIL THE WHOLE SHOW. YOU DON'T COME ON TILL MY NEXT TRICK."
M.F.H. "Why the deuce aren't you with hounds? They're in the next parish by this."
New Whip (rib-roasting very bad cub-hunter). "'Tain't safe to go near 'em with this 'orse; they might think 'e was for eatin'."