Cleopatra 



opportunity presented itself I should roll off and 

 let Cleopatra find another Antony. 



It was some three or four miles to where the 

 hounds met, and as we were in plenty of time we 

 took it leisurely. Rawdon was very thoughtful 

 about describing the country, and I remember in 

 particular his pointing out the place where poor so 

 and so broke his leg — or his neck, I forget which 

 now, but I know it impressed me at the time. 

 It was as likely a place to break a leg or a neck as 

 I have ever seen — an unpleasant drop into a road- 

 way, over a fence and a four-foot ditch. I made 

 a mental note of the spot, which was near a farm- 

 house, and I felt that I should recognize it again 

 anywhere. 



The next moment Rawdon was alongside 

 presenting me to a very pretty woman who rode 

 a gray horse. 



"Miss Smithson," he began. "Whoa! John, 

 I say, can't you keep Cleopatra's head up? she'll 

 kick in another second. Miss Smithson (behave, 

 will you?), may I present Mr. — Walk now, you 

 son of Satan ! (Both spurs and a yank at the bit.) 

 There now, be quiet. I beg your pardon, Miss 

 Smithson, something seems to have got into 

 Granny this morning. This is Mr. Ralston. 

 Where are you, John, anyhow? Oh, there you 

 are! Look sharp; keep her head up. Miss 



