THE SILVER FOX 55 



for rubbish of that kind. Hiighic, if you 

 don't kill that old white fox I shall think 

 you're in a funk too. You Irish people' are 

 all the same. I don't care, Mr. Glasgow 

 and I will take the hounds to Cahirdreen, 

 and we'll have that white brush! I want 

 it awfully to show to the people at home, 

 and tell them I got a witch's brush ! " 



** You could say it was an evolution of 

 the broomstick," said Slaney. 



Mr. Glasgow laughed, and it gave Slaney 

 some satisfaction to see that Lady Susan 

 was bewildered. 



When the French's Court party betook 

 themselves to their bicycles for the home- 

 ward ride Mr. Glasgow came back from the 

 hall door close to Slaney. She had stirred 

 the logs till they blazed strongly, and the 

 warm eager flicker met the unearthly 

 stillness of the moonlight. 



" I couldn't get away in time for church," 

 said Glasgow, as if dropping into an under- 

 current of both their minds ; *^ I had a 

 terrible amount of work to get through. 



