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 from which all the men and woman return home
cross, and which induce some half-hearted folk to declare to themselves
that they never will hunt again.
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