_Four Knights of the Shire trying to look like Baronets and horridly bruised by the palings in their attempts._ _Seventeen exquisite young gentlemen all exactly alike and only to be distinguished by the various shapes and sizes of their patches._ _Major Constantine Tarry who had devoted the sleep of the preceding night to the preservation of his pigtail's rigour and appeared very pale beside his red coat in consequence._ _Justice Gregory Moon looking much the same as usual save for a sprig of yew in his buttonhole._ _Mr. Charles Lovely and Mr. Anthony Clare arm in arm. The former wearing a cherry-coloured velvet coat with waistcoat and breeches of trout-coloured silk, the latter in uniform cucumber green. Both laughed very loudly and cheerfully from time to time._ _Five elegant young gentlemen including a Lieutenant of his Majesty's Navy, a Cornet of the Grey Dragoons and an Ensign of the Foot._ _Twenty-three old men suffering from various diseases._ _Thirty-eight old men all firmly convinced that they were suffering from gout but all perfectly healthy in truth._ _Forty-five old men equally firmly convinced that they were suffering from other and various diseases, and all equally healthy in truth._ _Mr. Oboe the Physician watchful of his patients' demeanour and quick to confirm the slightest suspicion of ill-health._ _Mr. Francis Vernon in a tawny suit of figured Manchester velvet._ _Fifteen or sixteen gentlemen of various ages, sizes, ranks, costumes, complexions, and states of health._ _Chapter V (resumed)_ Beau Ripple mounted the steps that, in diminishing semi-circles, reached the entrance of the Civick Hall and, turning his head, froze into silence with a cold stare of surprize the concluding Crescendo of _The Girl I left Behind Me_, as if the half-drawn breaths of the musicians were suddenly changed to icicles. The good-natured band was not at all put out by Mr. Ripple's lack of appreciation. His objection to panting was universally known, so the band bore him no malice, but continued to pant. As the musick stopped, Mr. Mayor began to walk up the steps also. No doubt his ascent would have been as active as the Beau's if he had not been hampered by the civick robes on which he trod at every alternate step. Possibly the freezing disdain of Mr. Ripple had made the steps more glacial than their wont. At any rate, the Mayor whenever he avoided the hem of his robes, always slipped and stumbled, but he achieved the summit at last and greeted the Beau with such fervour that he effected a perceptible thaw.