THE HAUGHTYSHIRE HUNT. 



of future greatness unfolded itself before her mind's e^-e : 

 "Why, Sep, they might even make you a Master of the 

 Fox Dogs." 



" God forbid," murmured her husband piously. 



The lady looked at him half pityingly, half sternly. 



"You've no ambition, Sep, no proper pride, I'm afraid. 

 You must make some sacrifice to the conveniences, as the 

 French say." 



"But I don't want to fall off a horse and break my neck, 

 for all that, my dear. Well, at all events, I'll go down and 

 see the agent— can do no harm, anyway. And after that I'll 

 just inspect the house to see if it's suitable, and the drainage 

 is all right." 



"You mustn't be too particular about that, Sep. In 

 the ancient old mededevil times I daresay they were not 

 over nice about such things as drains. But ring the bell, 

 and Mortimer will come and bring your hat and coat. Never 

 spoil a good mind. You've got the money — you've got a 

 proud and lofty bearing — a good figure still, and a good 



carriage- 



" Oh, I should walk there, my dear; I shan't want the 



carriage. 



"Fiddlesticks, Sep, I don't mean that sort of carriage. I 

 mean you've a distangay way with you, and if we only play 

 our cards well we shall soon be county people, and you'll be 

 made a magistrate and a captain in the yeomanry." 



" I should prefer the rifle volunteers, my dear. They go 

 on foot." 



"Well, never mind that, now. All those things'll come 

 when once we're in the moated house and the peoj^le all 



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