A friend, a former colleague of mine, told me that he was, many
years ago, traveling up to London with an owner of race horses
who was accompanied by his trainer. When they arrived at the
station near the metropolis where the tickets are collected,
the ticket-collector came, and my friend said, “My servant has
my ticket in the next carriage.” The ticket-collector retired
and presently came back rather angry and said, “I can not find
him.” My friend said, “He is in the next carriage--or the next
carriage but one; he is there.” As soon as the ticket-collector
retired for the second time the trainer leaned forward and
said, “Stick to it, my lord, you will tire him out.”--Lord
HERSCHELL.
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