THE SILVER FOX 91 



perfect, from a hunting point of view, there 

 never was better scent, and the foxes ran 

 the way they were wanted. " Bedad," said 

 Danny-0, " if I had a red herrin' in a 

 halther I couldn't make a nater line than 

 thimselves." There were long jogs to the 

 meets through the pleasant soft weather, 

 when Lady Susan rode at the head of her 

 husband's hounds with the acting master, 

 while Slaney and Bunbury followed old 

 Danny at their heels. Once or twice they 

 left off twelve or fourteen miles from home, 

 and a friendship can progress marvellously 

 in the slow return in the twilight, with the 

 golden link of a day's enjoyment, and the 

 easy snatches of talk and silence of a Ute-d- 

 tete on horseback. 



It had become a custom that Glasgow 

 should dine at French's Court on hunting 

 days, and it was on the third of these occa- 

 sions that a letter from Hugh arrived, say- 

 ing that he was prolonging his visit for a 

 few more days. The post had been brought 

 in while dessert was in progress. Lady 



