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CHAPTER VIII 



G.N.H. AND ANOTHER 



Time, as per usual, especially in the hunting 

 season, rolled on a great deal too fast to please 

 our enthusiastic master of hounds. This year 

 more than ever he disliked the contemplation 

 of the fact that the season was on its last legs. 

 As long as he could hunt and shoot six days 

 out of the seven, and so divert his thoughts 

 from Lina Lancelot, he managed to get along 

 somehow. But he dreaded the time when he 

 should hang up his horn, and bid adieu to the 

 joys of the chase for so many months. ' Post 

 equitem sedet atra cura,' and in Reginald's 

 case it sat so far behind, was in fact so com- 

 pletely at the tail of affairs, when he was 

 hunting his beloved hounds, that for all he 

 cared it might have been miles behind. 



