He didn't keep the "dogs" out of his own
pocket. He received 2,000 pounds a year from the gentlemen of the
county, and he himself only paid anything which the hounds and horses
might cost over that. "He's a sort of upper servant then?" asked the
Senator.
"Not at all. He's the greatest man in the county on hunting days."
"Does he live out of it?"
"I should think not."
"It's a deal of trouble, isn't it?"
"Full work for an active man's time, I should say." A great many
more questions were asked and answered, at the end of which the
Senator declared that he did not quite understand it, but that as
far as he saw he did not think very much of Captain Glomax.
"If he could make a living out of it I should respect him," said
the Senator;--" though it's like knife-grinding or handling
arsenic, an unwholesome sort of profession."
"I think they look very nice," said Morton, as one or two
well-turned-out young men rode up to the place.
"They seem to me to have thought more about their breeches than
anything else," said the Senator. "But if they're going to hunt why
don't they hunt? Have they got a fox with them?" Then there was a
further explanation.
At this moment there was a murmur as of a great coming arrival, and
then an open carriage with four post-horses was brought at a quick
trot into the open space.
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