Cormorant.  At first, however, he was extremely depressed in spirits, and did nothing the whole day after his arrival, but talk about the arrangement of his temporal affairs; and the first symptom he gave of returning health was one day at dinner at the “Plough,” by astonishing two or three scarlet-coated swells, who as usual were disporting themselves in the coffee-room, by bellowing to the waiter for some Talli-ho “sarce” to his fish.  Before this he had never once spoken of his favourite diversion, and the sportsmen cantered by the window to cover in the morning, and back in the afternoon, without eliciting a single observation from him.  The morning after this change for the better, he addressed his companion at breakfast as follows:  “Blow me tight, Mr. York, if I arn’t regularly renowated.  I’m as fresh as an old hat after a shower of rain.  I really thinks I shall get over this terrible illness, for I dreamt of ’unting last night, and, if you’ve a mind, we’ll go and see my Lord Segrave’s reynard dog, and then start from this ’ere corrupt place, for, you see, it’s nothing but a town, and what’s the use of sticking oneself in a little pokey lodging like this ’ere, where there really is not room to swing a cat, and paying the deuce knows how much tin, too, when one has a splendid house in Great Coram Street going on all the time, with a rigler establishment of servants and all that sort of thing.  Now, you knows, I doesn’t grudge a wisit to Margate, though that’s a town too, but then, you see, one has the sea to look at, whereas here, it’s nothing but a long street with shops, not so good as those in Red Lion Street, with a few small streets branching off from it, and as to the prommenard, as they calls it, aside the spa, with its trees and garden stuff, why, I’m sure, to my mind, the Clarence Gardens up by the Regent’s Park, are quite as fine.  It’s true the doctor says I must remain another fortnight to perfect the cure, but then them ’ere M.D.’s, or whatever you calls them, are such rum jockeys, and I always thinks they say one word for the patient and two for themselves.  Now, my chap said, I must only take half a bottle o’ black strap a day at the werry most, whereas I have never had less than a whole one—­his half first, as I say, and my own after—­and because I tells him I take a pint, he flatters himself his treatment is capital, and that he is a wonderful M.D.; but as a man can’t be better than well, I think we’ll just see what there’s to be seen in the neighbourhood, and then cut our sticks, and, as I said before, I should like werry much to see my Lord Segrave’s hounds, in order that I may judge whether there is anything in the wide world to be compared to the Surrey, for if I remember right, Mr. Nimrod described them as werry, werry fine, indeed.”