52 TEE SILVER FOX 



had broken at polo had stopped him last 

 Friday, when the fox had been run to 

 ground on Fornagh Hill, and he hated him- 

 self for his own fluency in lying. His 

 horror and despair were out of all propor- 

 tion to the fact of a broken nerve. He 

 could do but one thing well, and that one 

 thing was taken from him. He loved his 

 wife with all the strength of a very simple 

 and kindly nature, but some new, chill 

 instinct told him that this was a disaster 

 that it would be wise to hide from her. So 

 far, at all events, his secret was in his own 

 keeping. 



For ten full minutes Larly Susan talked 

 of the run, lamented the misconduct of the 

 grey horse, and with an enjoyment of a 

 twice-told tale, that was characteristic of 

 her very moderate mental abilities, regaled 

 Mr. Glasgow with excruciating imitations 

 of Danny-0 and his satellites on the occa- 

 sion of the digging out of the fox. Glasgow, 

 with his eyes fixed on her glowing face, 

 listened delightedly; Slaney, through her 



