A Dai/ Jf'ilh Lord liutJischild's Slar/hoinuh 18.5 



pleasure of meeting her brother, she took me especially in hand. 



"Is this your first visit to the Red Lion?" 



"Indeed it is, but I am sure it will not be the last." 



"No?" 



"I have just had the best breakfast I ever had in England." 



Then we fell into a bit of gossip concerning the interesting 

 people in the house and those arriving or passing the door. 



"That's the Earl of Essex and his son, Lord :Malden," 

 she volunteered as an elderly man and a youth rode up 

 together. 



I^ady Lurgan was next pointed out as one of the best lady 

 riders in England. That's the Earl of Irchester, the Earl 

 of Clarendon, and I^ady Edith, his daughter. 



That stout man is the Hon. Walter Rothschild, M. P., son 

 of Lord Rothschild. He rides sixteen stone (224 lbs). 



Lady Lillian Crenfell and the Earl of Leitrim, Col. Wood- 

 house, Col. Rich and son, and Commander Rich were next 

 pointed out. 



"The iwo young men who have just ridden up," said my 

 hostess, "are the sons of the Earl of Rosebcry, and the young 

 lady, Lady Sj-bil Primrose, their sister, etc. etc." 



]Many other notable personages were pointed out to me by 

 ^Ir. Taner who, when we were mounted, ])il()ted me to the 

 meet where he presented me to Mr. Leopold de Rothschild 

 and several others. I mention this only to show the courtesy 

 of an English nobleman to a man with no title save that of an 

 American farmer, who, as was well known to Lord Rothschild, 

 was in England on business working for his daily bread — his 

 passport being his fondness for a horse and a hound and his 

 love of the chase. 



The meet was at Vicarage Farm. ^Vingrave, some three 

 or four miles from Leighton Buzzard, where we have already 

 taken the reader to visit the kennels and the house of INIr. 

 Leopold de Rothschild. 



