round
to the right, and in something under an hour the fox was dragged out
by his brush and hind legs, while the experienced whip who dragged
him held the poor brute tight by the back of his neck. "An old dog,
my lord. There's such a many of 'em here, that they'll be a deal
better for a little killing." Then the hounds ate their third fox for
that day.

Lady Eustace, in the meantime, and Mrs. Carbuncle, with Lord George,
had found their way to the shelter of a cattle-shed. Lucinda had
slowly followed, and Sir Griffin had followed her. The gentlemen
smoked cigars, and the ladies, when they had eaten their luncheons
and drank their sherry, were cold and cross. "If this is hunting,"
said Lizzie, "I really don't think so much about it."

"It's Scotch hunting," said Mrs. Carbuncle.

"I have seen foxes dug out south of the Tweed," suggested Lord
George.

"I suppose everything is slow after the Baron," said Mrs. Carbuncle,
who had distinguished herself with the Baron's stag-hounds last
March.

"Are we to go home now?" asked Lizzie, who would have been
well-pleased to have received an answer in the affirmative.

"I presume they'll draw again," exclaimed Mrs. Carbuncle, with an
angry frown on her brow. "It's hardly two o'clock."

"They always draw till seven, in Scotland," said Lord George.

"That's nonsense," said Mrs. Carbuncle. "It's dark at four."

"They have torches in Scotland," said Lord George.

"They have a great many things in Scotland that are very far from
agreeable," said Mrs. Carbuncle. "Lucinda, did you ever see three
foxes killed without five minutes' running, before? I never did."

"I've been out all day without finding at all," said Lucinda, who
loved the truth.

"And so have I," said Sir Griffin;--"often. Don't you remember
that day when we went down from London to Bringher Wood, and they
pretended to find at half-past four? That's what I call a sell."

"They're going on, Lady Eustace," said Lord George. "If you're not
tired, we might as well see it out." Lizzie was tired, but said that
she was not, and she did see it out. They found a fifth fox, but
again there was no scent. "Who the ---- is to hunt a fox with people
scurrying about like that!" said the huntsman, very angrily, dashing
forward at a couple of riders. "The hounds is behind you, only you
ain't a-looking. Some people never do look!" The two peccant riders
unfortunately were Sir Griffin and Lucinda.

The day was one of those fro