Lucinda's horse came down on all four legs, with a grunt and a groan, and
she knew that she had bustled him. At that moment Lucinda was very full of
wrath against the horsey man with the screw who had been in her way. "He
touched it," gasped Lizzie, thinking that her horse had disgraced himself.
"He's worth his weight in gold," said Lord George. "Come along. There's a
brook with a ford. Morgan is in it." Morgan was the huntsman. "Don't let
them get before you." Oh, no. She would let no one get before her. She did
her very best, and just got her horse's nose on the broken track leading
down into the brook before Lucinda.
"Pretty good, isn't it?" said Lucinda. Lizzie smiled sweetly. She could
smile, though she could not speak.
"Only they do balk one so at one's fences," said Lucinda. The horsey man
had all but regained his place, and was immediately behind Lucinda, within
hearing, as Lucinda knew.
On the further side of the field, beyond the brook, there was a little
spinny, and for half a minute the hounds came to a check. "Give 'em time,
sir, give 'em time," said Morgan to Frank, speaking in full good humour,
with no touch of Monday's savagery.
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