"- What's up with you, says I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner.
- Gold cup, says he.
- Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry.
- Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest nowhere.
- And Bass's mare? says Terry.
- Still running, says he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid on my tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend.
- I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me." (U12.1215)