'I
know nothing about it. I never was at Doncaster in my life. But
you have evidence of what the Jockey Club thinks. The Master of
our Hunt has been banished from racecourses.' Here there was
considerable opposition, and a few short but excited little
dialogues were maintained;--throughout all which Tifto restrained
himself like a Spartan. 'At any rate he has been thoroughly
disgraced,' continued Mr Jawstock, 'as a sporting man. He has been
driven out of the Beargarden Club.' 'He resigned in disgust at
their treatment,' said a friend of the Major's. 'Then let him
resign in disgust at ours,' said Mr Jawstock, 'for we won't have
him here. Caesar wouldn't keep a wife who was suspected of
infidelity, nor will the Runnymede country endure a Master of
Hounds who is supposed to have driven a nail into a horse's foot.'
Two or three other gentlemen had something to say before the Major
was allowed to speak,--the upshot of the discourse of all of them
being the same. The Major must go.
Then the Major got up, and certainly as far as attention went he
had full justice done him.
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