Driving to Hounds 259 



I suggested warily that although she was not a man I 

 was, and that — 



" Now stop," she interrupted. " I believe this is all a 

 trap just to get my consent." 



" It 's a trap, maybe, but you 've walked into it unassisted, 

 Madame," I had the pleasure of retorting. May every 

 married man succeed as easily as I did in getting his wife's 

 consent to his hunting ! 



I never forgot, however, the excitement and interest of 

 driving to hounds, which can be recommended as rare sport 

 and diversion for all who for any reason cannot ride. It 

 affords one an abundance of exciting spectacle and, if one 

 iceeps an eye alert, not a little instruction in the points, both 

 major and minor, of cross-country riding. 



