Mr. Runciman replied
that there was a great difference in people. "You may say that, Mr.
Runciman. It's all changes. His lordship's father couldn't bear the
sight of a hound nor a horse and saddle. Well;--I suppose I needn't
gammon any furder. We'll just trot across to the wood at once"
"They haven't begun yet as far as I can see," said Mr. Gotobed
standing up in the carriage.
"They haven't found as yet," replied Morton.
"They must go on till they find a fox? They never bring him with
them?" Then there was an explanation as to bagged foxes, Morton not
being very conversant with the subject he had to explain. "And if
they shouldn't find one all day?"
"Then it'll be a blank."
"And these hundred gentlemen will go home quite satisfied with
themselves?"
"No; they'll go home quite dissatisfied."
"And have paid their money and given their time for nothing? Do you
know it doesn't seem to me the most heart-stirring thing in the
world. Don't they ride faster than that?" At this moment Tony with
the hounds at his heels was trotting across the park at a
huntsman's usual pace from covert to covert. The Senator was
certainly ungracious. Nothing that he saw produced from him a
single word expressive of satisfaction.
Less than a mile brought them to the gate and road leading up to
Chowton Farm.
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