Mr Bailey, Junior—for the sporting character, whilom of general utility at Todgers’s, had now regularly set up in life under that name, without troubling himself to obtain from the legislature a direct licence in the form of a Private Bill, which of all kinds and classes of bills is without exception the most unreasonable² in its charges—Mr Bailey, Junior, just tall enough to be seen by an inquiring eye, gazing indolently at society from beneath the apron³ of his master’s cab, drove slowly up and down Pall⁴ Mall, about the hour of noon, in waiting for his ‘Governor.’ The horse of distinguished⁵ family, who had Capricorn for his nephew, and Cauliflower for his brother, showed himself worthy⁶ of his high relations by champing at the bit until his chest was white with foam⁷, and rearing like a horse in heraldry; the plated harness and the patent leather glittered in the sun; pedestrians⁸ admired; Mr Bailey was complacent⁹, but unmoved. He seemed to say, ‘A barrow, good people, a mere¹⁰ barrow; nothing to what we could do, if we chose!’ and on he went, squaring his short green arms outside the apron, as if he were hooked on to it by his armpits.

Mr Bailey had a great opinion of Brother to Cauliflower, and estimated his powers highly. But he never told him so. On the contrary, it was his practice, in driving that animal, to

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