108 The Hunting Grounds 



quins and covered carts in a bachelor's establishment, 

 when you belong to a moss-trooping order, ' whose 

 word is snaffle, spur, and spear ' ? Ugh ! ugh ! ugh !' 

 " Spare Hal's blushes, and let us adjourn to the 

 Begum's nautch, for I hear the sound of native music 

 in that direction, and I suppose they are only waiting 



for our attendance to begin," said W . rising 



from his chair. 



