Among these was the Master himself,
who asked Fred Botsey with a sneer whether he thought that such
hounds as those were to be picked up at every corner. But Bean
again offered to eat any herring that might be there, poison
included, and Lord Rufford laughed at the danger. "It's no use my
having foxes, Glomax, if you won't draw the cover." This the Lord
said with a touch of anger, and the Lord's anger, if really roused,
might be injurious. It was therefore decided that the hounds should
again be put through the Bragton shrubberies,--just for compliment
to the new squire; and that then they should go off to Dillsborough
Wood as rapidly as might be.
Larry walked his beast all the way up home very slowly, and getting
off her, put her into the stable and went into the house.
"Is anything wrong?" asked the mother.
"Everything is wrong." Then he stood with his back to the kitchen
fire for nearly half an hour without speaking a word. He was trying
to force himself to follow out her idea of manliness, and telling
himself that it was impossible. The first tone of her voice, the
first glance at her face, had driven him home. Why had she called
him Larry again and again, so tenderly, in that short moment, and
looked at him with those loving eyes? Then he declared to himself,
without uttering a word, that she did not understand anything about
it; she did not comprehend the fashion of his love when she
thought, as she did think, that a soft word would be compensation.
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