"Oh, how strong he is!" said Nancy, looking after him. "He could crush together half-a-dozen of our beaux and fribbles between his fingers, and break all their ribs with a single flourish of his cudgel. Well, Will!" she added, as her brother rode out of sight, "we shall meet at dinner, I dare say. Do you remember, Kitty, how he would tease and torment us, and make us cry? There ought to be no brothers and sisters at all--the girls should grow up in one house, and the boys in another--they should never meet till they are old enough to be lovers, and never be together when they are too old to be lovers. Fancy the stupidity of philosophers in putting men and women under the same name, and calling us all humanity, or mankind, as their impudent way is of putting it. What have they in common? Man drinks, and gambles, and fights--woman sits at home and loves peace and moderation: man wastes--woman saves: man loves to admire--we love to be admired. What single quality have we in common except a desire to be amiable and seem pleasing to the other sex?" "Very likely," I replied, thinking of something else. "No doubt he has long since forgotten the sixpence. No doubt he thinks no more of me or the sixpence either." I saw nothing of him that day, because he had so much to do with his stable, and so much to attend to in the matter of his race, that he did not appear upon the Terrace or at the Assembly Room. Harry Temple shrugged his shoulders when I asked him if he had seen Will. "I saw him," he said, "engaged in his usual occupations. He had just cudgelled a stable-boy, was swearing at a groom, rubbing down his racehorse with his own hands, and superintending the preparation of a warm mash for his hack. He seems perfectly happy." It was agreed, in spite of my fears, that we should make a party to see this race the next morning. Nowadays it is no longer the _mode_ to seek health at Epsom Wells and on Banstead Downs. The votaries of fashion go to Bath and Tunbridge; the old Wells are deserted, I hear that the Assembly Rooms have fallen into decay, and there are no longer the Monday public breakfast, the card-table, the music, the dancing, which made the place a little heaven for the young in those times when I myself was young. But in one respect Epsom has grown more frequented and more renowned every year: "On Epsom Downs, when racing does begin, Large companies from every part come in."