THE HAUGHTYSHIRE HUNT. 87 



" Yes ; I was lucky," replied Mr. Dennison, smiling, and 

 holding out his hand. 



"But it's rather beastl}-, you know, ain't it?" said 

 Travers feebly. 



" Fortune of war, my dear Mr. Binkie, the fortune of war. 

 After I got up here this morning, I found that two or three 

 men from the Blazeaway country were in the yard, and they 

 knew the horse. It seems he's been shunted from one country 

 to another, because nobody can hold him, with hounds. So 

 their presence, I daresay, had something to do with the poor 

 price he made. But, although he's a confirmed bolter, I know 

 him to be a good horse, and at that price one can afford 

 to take risks. I hope your charming sister is quite well? 

 I've been wishing to get an opportunity of calling upon 

 your people at The Chase, and shall hope to do so in a few 

 days." 



Trousers forgot his chagrin about the horse. After all, his 

 ' Pa ' would be the sufferer, and that didn't matter. Mrs. 

 Binkie had always dinned into her son's ear that callers were 

 to be encouraged in every way, so that Binkie at once said — 



" Call ? Oh yes, do. Oh, look here, the Parson — forget 

 his name — the Piev. Geoffry Jawbrother, or some such thing 

 as that " 



" Yarboro," suggested Mr. Dennison quietly. 



" Yes ; well, he's coming to dinner on Thursday, so the 

 Guvnor's sure to get up some pop — like pop ? ah, so do I — 

 for the occasion. You just come over and dine with us that 

 night, eh ? I'll get the proper invitation sent you. Let's see, 

 I've got your address somewhere, haven't I ? " 



Mr. Dennison was about to reply, when the fair Tottie, 



