THE HAUGHTYSHIRE HUNT. 137 



and a move was made for Piper's Wood, a small covert about 

 half-a-mile away. 



" I hope you'll have a good time on that horse," squeaked 

 Travers, as Konald Dennison caught him up. 



Eonald had been enjoying a most delightful tcte-a-tete 

 with Penelope and had only just left her. The lady had 

 hacked over, accompanied by a servant. She was not allowed 

 to hunt, but ever since she had known Dennison, curiously 

 enough, she had never missed riding or driving out to every 

 meet of the hounds. 



" Yes. If I can hold him, I expect I shall," was the 

 reply. 



"I wouldn't ride the swine for a tenner !" exclaimed Sir 

 Tommy, looking revengefully at the handsome chestnut as he 

 danced along, stepping on air. 



"No; because you'd fall off ! " giggled the high falsetto; 

 and Tommy rode on hurriedly, not at all pleased to hear 

 Jack's laughter mingling with Binkie's as he went. 



The Eev. Geoffry Yarboro reined up beside Travers as 

 hounds were thrown into covert. 



" You wished to be presented to the Duke, Mr. Binkie. 

 If you'll come with me now, I'll introduce you." 



" Oh, really ! Oh, yes ! It'll be so jolly to know a Duke, 

 won't it ? I know a Baronet — Tommy, you know ; but he's 

 an ass, just like me and you, you know, or any other fellow ; 



but a Duke's different, ain't it? And then " But by this 



time they had moved up into the vicinity of the noble 

 M. F. H., and Mr. Yarboro said — 



" Uncle, this is Mr. Binkie." 



His Grace of Haughtyshire fixed the glass in his eye, but it 



