THE HAUGHTYSHIRE HUNT. 17 



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Mr. Yarboro laughed pleasantly. 



" Ah, I see. Not exactly the sport we get here, but the true 

 spirit evidently existing in him. Well, we shall hope to see 

 you out with the Duke's hounds before long. Have you any 

 horses yet? " 



"Of course we have," replied the lady, bridling somewhat 

 at this question, which she took literally. '' Haven't you seen 

 my carriage about the village ? " 



" Oh, ah, yes. I am afraid I hardly made myself clear. I 

 meant hunters, not harness horses." 



" No, we haven't any jumping horses yet. My son, who has 

 just left Oxford — Oxford," repeated Mr. Binkie, for fear their 

 visitor might possibly not have heard, the first time, " he was 

 talking about a jumping horse " 



"Hunter," said Mrs, Septimus, in a corrective tone. 



"Hunter, I mean — yes, he was talking about getting one 

 last week. I don't know if he's thought any more about it or 

 not, I'm sure. Of course, he's able to do what he likes, you 

 know, sir. We don't limit 'im." 



" He'll want some good horses. This country takes a good 

 deal of getting over." 



" Oh, I don't suppose he'll want but one — that is, unless he 

 wishes to keep another for any friend as may be staying with 

 him," replied Mr. Binkie, who, in the innocence of his heart, 

 imagined that one horse could hunt five or six days a week. 



"Well, anyhow," said the good-natured cleric, "if you 

 send the young gentleman out, tell him to come up to me at 

 the meet, and I'll do my best to put him in the way of seeing 

 some sport." 



"And will you introduce him to the Dook?" broke in 



H.H. C 



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