_Landlord_. And very proper! Ha! who comes yonder? The Eton chap who wheedled me into lending him my best hunter last year, and was the ruination of him; but that must be paid for, wheedle or no wheedle; and, for the matter of wheedling, I’d stake this here Mr. Wheeler, that is making up to me, do you see, against e’er a boy, or hobbledehoy, in all Eton, London, or Christendom, let the other be who he will. _Enter_ WHEELER. _Wheeler_. A fine day, Mr. Newington. _Landlord_. A fine day, Mr. Wheeler. _Wheel._ And I hope, for _your_ sake, we may have as fine a day for the Montem to-morrow. It will be a pretty penny in your pocket! Why, all the world will be here; and (looking round at the jellies, etc.) so much the better for them; for here are good things enough, and enough for them. And here’s the best thing of all, the good old tankard still; not empty, I hope. _Landlord_. Not empty, I hope. Here’s to you, Mr. Wheeler. _Wheel._ Mr. Wheeler!—_Captain_ Wheeler, if you please. _Landlord_. _You_, Captain Wheeler! Why, I thought in former times it was always the oldest scholar at Eton that was Captain at the Montems; and didn’t Mr. Talbot come afore you? _Wheel._ Not at all; we came on the same day. Some say I came first; some say Talbot. So the choice of which of us is to be captain is to be put to the vote amongst the lads—most votes carry it; and I have most votes, I fancy; so I shall be captain, to-morrow, and a pretty deal of _salt_ {139} I reckon I shall pocket. Why, the collection at the last Montem, they say, came to a plump thousand! No bad thing for a young fellow to set out with for Oxford or Cambridge—hey? _Landlord_. And no bad thing, before he sets out for Cambridge or Oxford, ’twould be for a young gentleman to pay his debts. _Wheel._ Debts! Oh, time enough for that. I’ve a little account with you in horses, I know; but that’s between you and me, you know—mum. _Landlord_. Mum me no mums, Mr. Wheeler. Between you and me, my best hunter has been ruinationed; and I can’t afford to be mum. So you’ll take no offence if I speak; and as you’ll set off to-morrow, as soon as the Montem’s over, you’ll be pleased to settle with me some way or other to-day, as we’ve no other time. _Wheel._ No time so proper, certainly. Where’s the little account?—I have money sent me for my Montem dress, and I can squeeze that much out of it. I came home from Eton on purpose to settle with you. But as to the hunter, you must call upon Talbot—do you understand? to pay for him; for though Talbot and I had him the same day, ’twas Talbot did for him, and Talbot must pay. I spoke to him about it, and charged him to remember you; for I never forget to speak a good word for my friends. _Landlord_. So I perceive. _Wheel._ I’ll make bold just to give you my opinion of these jellies whilst you are getting my account, Mr. Newington. (_He swallows down a jelly or two_—_Landlord is going_.)