"That is Lord Rufford," said Morton, pointing to a stout,
ruddy-faced, handsome man of about thirty, who was the owner of the
carriage.
"Oh, a lord. Do the lords hunt, generally?"
"That's as they like it."
"Senators with us wouldn't have time for that," said the Senator.
"But you are paid to do your work."
"Everybody from whom work is expected should be paid. Then the work
will be done, or those who pay will know the reason why."
"I must speak to Lord Rufford," said Morton. "If you'll come with
me, I'll introduce you." The Senator followed willingly enough and
the introduction was made while his lordship was still standing by
his horse. The two men had known each other in London, and it was
natural that Morton, as owner of the ground, should come out and
speak to the only man who knew him. It soon was spread about that
the gentleman talking to Lord Rufford was John Morton, and many who
lived in the county came up to shake hands with him, To some of
these the Senator was introduced and the conversation for a few
minutes seemed to interrupt the business on hand. "I am sorry you
should be on foot, Mr. Gotobed," said the lord.
"And I am sorry that I cannot mount him," said Mr. Morton.
"We can soon get over that difficulty if he will allow me to offer
him a horse."
The Senator looked as though he would almost like it, but he didn't
quite like it.
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