"
"This is cheerful," said Sir Charles, rather ruefully. "We cannot all
be angels, like you. It is a glorious excitement. There! you are too
good for this world; I'll let you off going."
"Oh no, dear. I won't be let off, now I know your wish. Only I beg to
ride home as soon as the poor thing runs away. You wouldn't get me out
of the thick covers if I were a fox. I'd run round and round, and call
on all my acquaintances to set them running."
As she said this her eyes turned toward each other in a peculiar way,
and she looked extremely foxy; but the look melted away directly.
The hounds met, and Lady Bassett, who was still the beauty of the
county, was surrounded by riders at first; but as the hounds began to
work, and every now and then a young hound uttered a note, they
cantered about, and took up different posts, as experience suggested.
At last a fox was found at the other end of the cover, and away
galloped the hunters in that direction, all but four persons, Lady
Bassett, and her groom, who kept respectfully aloof, and a lady and
gentleman who had reined their horses up on a rising ground about a
furlong distant.
Lady Bassett, thus left alone, happened to look round, and saw the lady
level an opera-glass toward her and look through it.
As a result of this inspection the lady cantered toward her.
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