At a loss for company last evening, I found my way to the Tatler’s Waste-Bin, where my good friend Mr Honey keeps all hours.

Here is a man to be trusted in all matters except, as he puts it, with a filly. Unprompted he asked me, as if we had already been long conversing on the matter ‘what is the right time to leave off hare-hunting?’ I replied that he should be guided in that by the season, but that I should never advise a hunt after March twenty-fifth. Hare-hunting provides limitless pleasure for all classes of people, even those who like to sleep in on Saturdays, for it is readily got up and best begun after breakfast. On his leaving his place I noticed that he had been toying with a plate of rabbit. Perhaps that had brought the question to mind.