THE SILVER FOX 9 



Major Bunbury, glancing incidentally at 

 her, thought her almost handsome. 



'' Glasgow," repeated Hugh ; '' there was 

 a chap called Glasgow at Eton with me. 

 What sort of age is this man ? " 



" Oh, he's young — at least, not very 

 young — I moan he's not exactly old; but 

 he's older than you are, Hugh," replied 

 Slaney, with incoherence probably due to 

 the blush ; " his name is Wilfrid," she 

 added. " I think he did say something 

 about having been at school with you." 



'* That's the man. Clever sort of chap ; 

 fancies himself a bit. I remember one of 

 my pals was a fag of his, and said he was 

 awfully particular about hi? toast. He 

 wants hounds, does he ? Why don't he get 

 them up for himself? " 



" He'd too busy ; besides, he said you 

 were the man to do it, Hugh. He said he 

 had always heard you were a great rider, and 

 knew all about your having won the Gold Cup 

 at Punchestown." She was conscious of 

 pleasure in the expounding of Mr. Glasgow. 



