'
'Does she ride?'
'Well; yes. I never go myself now because I have so much of it all
at home. But I fancy she does ride a good deal. She will talk
hunting too. If Chiltern were to leave the country I think they
ought to make her master. Perhaps you'll think her rather odd; but
really she is a very good woman.'
'I am sure I will like her.'
'I hope you will. You know Mr Finn. He is here. He and my husband
are very old friends. And Adelaide Maule is your cousin. She hunts
too. And so does Mr Maule,--only not quite so energetically. I
think that is all we shall have.'
Immediately after that all the guests came in at once, and a
discussion was heard as they were passing through the hall. 'No;--
that wasn't it,' said Mrs Spooner loudly. 'I don't care what Dick
said.' Dick Rabbit was the first whip, and seemed to have been
much exercised with the matter now under dispute. 'The fox never
went into Grobby Gorse at all. I was there and saw Sappho give him
a line down the bank.'
'I think he must have gone into the gorse, my dear,' said her
husband.
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