'That ass Jawleyford, as I live!' exclaimed Jack, as the blue-coated servant now hove in sight. 'So it is!' said Lord Scamperdale; 'the confounded humbug!' 'This boy'll be after one of the young ladies,' observed Jack; 'not one of the writing chaps we thought he was.' 'Shouldn't wonder,' replied Lord Scamperdale; adding, in an undertone, 'I vote we have a rise out of old Jaw. I'll let you in for a good thing--you shall dine with him.' 'Not I,' replied Jack. 'You _shall_, though,' replied his lordship firmly. 'Pray don't!' entreated Jack. 'By the powers, if you don't,' rejoined his lordship, 'you shall not have a mount out of me for a month.' While this conversation was going on, Jawleyford and Sponge, having risen the hill, had resumed their seats in the saddle, and Jawleyford, setting himself in attitude, tickled his horse with his spur, and proceeded to canter becomingly up to the pack; Sponge and the groom following a little behind. 'Ah, Jawleyford, my dear fellow!' exclaimed Lord Scamperdale, putting his horse on a few steps to meet him as he came flourishing up. 'Ah, Jawleyford, my dear fellow, I'm delighted to see you,' extending a hand as he spoke. 'Jack, here, told me that he saw your flag flying as he passed, and I said what a pity it was but I'd known before; for Jawleyford, said I, is a real good fellow, one of the best fellows I know, and has asked me to dine so often that I'm almost ashamed to meet him; and it would have been such a nice opportunity to have volunteered a visit, the hounds being here, you see.' 'Oh, that's so kind of your lordship!' exclaimed Jawleyford, quite delighted--'that's so kind of your lordship--that's just what I like!--that's just what Mrs. Jawleyford likes!--that's just what we all like!--coming without fuss or ceremony, just as my friend Mr. Sponge, here, does. By the way, will your lordship give me leave to introduce my friend Mr. Sponge--my Lord Scamperdale.' Jawleyford suiting the action to the word, and manoeuvring the ceremony. 'Ah, I made Mr. Sponge's acquaintance yesterday,' observed his lordship drily, giving a sort of servants' touch of his hat as he scrutinized our friend through his formidable glasses, adding, 'To tell you the truth,' addressing himself in an underone to Sponge, 'I took you for one of those nasty writing chaps, who I 'bominate. But,' continued his lordship, returning to Jawleyford. 'I'll tell you what I said about the dinner. Jack, here, told me the flag was flying; and I said I only wished I'd known before, and I would certainly have proposed that Jack and I should dine with you, either to-day or to-morrow; but unfortunately I'd engaged myself to my Lord Barker's not five minutes before.' 'Ah, my lord!' exclaimed Jawleyford, throwing out his hand and shrugging his shoulders as if in despair, 'you tantalize me--you do indeed. You should have come, or said nothing about it. You distress me--you do indeed.'