CHAPTER XI.
FROM IMPINGTON GORSE.
The fox ran straight from the covert through his well-known haunts to Impington Park, and as the hounds were astray there for two or three minutes there was a general idea that he too had got up into a tree,--which would have amused the Senator very much had the Senator been there.

But neither had the country nor the pace been adapted to wheels, and the Senator and the Paragon were now returning along the road towards Bragton.

The fox had tried his old earths at Impington High wood, and had then skulked back along the outside of the covert.
Had not one of the whips seen him he would have been troubled no further on that day,--a fact, which if it could have been explained to the Senator in all its bearings, would greatly have added to his delight.

But Dick viewed him; and with many holloas and much blowing of horns, and prayers from Captain Glomax that gentlemen would only be so good as to hold their tongues, and a full-tongued volley of abuse from half the field against an unfortunate gentleman who rode after the escaping fox before a hound was out of the covert, they settled again to their business.

It was pretty to see the quiet ease and apparent nonchalance and almost affected absence of bustle of those who knew their work,--among whom were especially to be named young Hampton, and the elder Botsey, and Lord Rufford, and, above all, a dark-visaged, long-whiskered, sombre, military man who had been in the carriage with Lord Rufford, and who had hardly spoken a word to any one the whole day.