There was to be a horse-race on Banstead Downs, to draw the people together, and he was to lead them.
"I suppose I've jolly well got to take it," said Banstead, unruffled.
Banstead's blatant folly had been enough to set any man in a rage.
"Seems to take it badly," remarked Banstead, looking at his disappearing figure.
When Banstead took the chorus out to supper he had the ready repartee of his kind.
