"That settles the question," said Lord George.
"Altogether," said Frank, taking off his hat.
"I mean as a coach," said Lizzie.
"I quite understand the extent of the preference," said Lord George.
Lizzie was delighted, and thought the game was worth the candle. The noble
master had told her that they were sure of a run from Craigattan, and she
wasn't in the least tired, and they were not called upon to stand still in
a big wood, and it didn't rain, and, in every respect, the day was very
different from Monday. Mounted on a bright-skinned, lively steed, with her
cousin on one side and Lord George de Bruce Carruthers on the other, with
all the hunting world of her own county civil around her, and a fox just
found in Craigattan Gorse, what could the heart of woman desire more? This
was to live. There was, however, just enough of fear to make the blood run
quickly to her heart.
"We'll be away at once now," said Lord George with utmost earnestness;
"follow me close, but not too close. When the men see that I am giving you
a lead, they won't come between. If you hang back, I'll not go ahead. Just
check your horse as he comes to his fences, and, if you can, see me over
before you go at them.
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