ver knew a Master of Hounds who wasn't
ill-treated by the owners of coverts?

Of Mr. Tom Spooner it can only be said that he is still a bachelor,
living with his cousin Ned, and that none of the neighbours expect
to see a lady at Spoon Hall. In one winter, after the period of his
misfortune, he became slack about his hunting, and there were rumours
that he was carrying out that terrible threat of his as to the
crusade which he would go to find a cure for his love. But his cousin
took him in hand somewhat sharply, made him travel abroad during the
summer, and brought him out the next season, "as fresh as paint,"
as the members of the Brake Hunt declared. It was known to every
sportsman in the country that poor Mr. Spooner had been in love; but
the affair was allowed to be a mystery, and no one ever spoke to
Spooner himself upon the subject. It is probable that he now reaps no
slight amount of gratification from his memory of the romance.

The marriage between Gerard Maule and Adelaide Palliser was
celebrated with great glory at Matching, and was mentioned in all the
leading papers as an alliance in high life. When it became known to
Mr. Maule, Senior, that this would be so, and that the lady would
have a very considerable fortune from the old Duke, he reconciled
himself to the marriage altogether, and at once gave way in that
matter of Maule Abbey. Nothing he thought would be more suitable than
that the young people should live at the old family place. So Maule
Abbey was fitted up, and Mr. and Mrs. Maule have taken up their
residence there. Under the influence of his wife he has promised to
attend to his farming, and proposes to do no more than go out and see
the hounds when they come into his neighbourhood. Let us hope that he
may prosper. Should the farming come to a good end more will probably
have been due to his wife's enterprise than to his own. The energetic
father is, as all the world knows, now in pursuit of a widow with
three thousand a year who has lately come out in Cavendish Square.

Of poor Lord Fawn no good account can be given. To his thinking,
official life had none of those drawbacks with which the fantastic
feelings of Phineas Finn had invested it. He could have been happy
for ever at the India Board or at the Colonial Office;--but his life
was made a burden to him by the affair of the Bonteen murder. He was
charged with having nearly led to the fatal catastrophe of Phineas
Finn's condemnation by hi