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presumed to inquire, but liis dress was invariably a 

 black frock coat, properly cut of course, and a high hat. 

 Well, on a certain Monday morning the Craven 

 Vv^ere advertised for Stype, and as the weather was 

 pretty good, and the old man in tolerable fettle, I had 

 proposed to him some little time before that the first 

 time the Craven met at Stype we should go there 

 together. Everything was arranged during my sittings 

 with him in the previous week, and I had privately 

 instructed Mrs. Carter to bring down his red coat " to 

 aw, for fear the moth should get into it." Now, as my 

 old friend was a little imperious in his own household, 

 I fear " the tidy kind of a 'ooman " did not get much 

 credit for her thoughtfulness ; but still the coat was 

 allowed to remain in the sitting-room, and gradually 

 it was hunsj over the back of the old man's chair. 

 The Saturday evening previous to the Craven meet at 

 Stype was to be the climax, and as good luck would 

 have it, it was an evening of thorough good humour ; 

 not as regarded the old man's manners towards myself 

 —for that was invariably the same — but to the family 

 circle ; and as David Edwards, the huntsman to the 

 Craven, had formerly been at Tedworth as whip, it was 

 an additional inducement to hold out to the old man 

 for appearing before his former pupil, " as a huntsman 

 should do." Night and morning stories do not always 



