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Episode 37.
- Wait for me.
- Where the devil have you been?
- I'm sorry, sir. I...
- Go and lay out my clothes. I'm dining at my club.
- Yes, sir. Can I have a word with you, sir?
- No, you can't.

- How goes the huntin' in Dorset, Charles?
- And how go you for hounds? I could offer you a brace of the best Northumberland. Real angels. D'you know who their grandpapa was? Tornado.
- Do you recall Tornado at Cambridge?
- Yes. So do my ankles.
- Aye, he took a fancy to you. Always... always bit what he loved.
- What a profoundly good idea this was, Charles.
- To dear old Tornado, God rest his soul.
- Rest his soul.
- Bravo! Port is essential to wash down the claret.
- As claret was essential to wash down the punch.
- As punch was essential to sluice the champagne.
- What follows?
- What follows? A little drive round town follows. That most essentially follows.
- Tom, my dear old fellow, you're a damn good fellow.
- So are you, Charley boy. We're all damn good fellas.
- On we go, gentlemen.
- Where are we going?
- Where all damn good fellas go for a jolly night out. We're goin' to Kate Hamilton's, bless her heart.
- The bishop's son has hit it, Charley. But not a word to his old man!
- Steady. Come along, sir, be upsta...
- Oh! He's at the post.
- The white flag is up. They're off!
- Steady, steady.
- That's it. Very good.
- He's on the rails, off the rails!
- Oh, my God!
- I don't think our dear Charley is going anywhere tonight, old boy. Do you?

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