There was no road up to the spot, but on hunt mornings,--or at any rate when the meet was at the old kennels,--the park-gates were open so that vehicles could come up on the green sward.
"That's Captain Glomax, I suppose," said Morton.

"I don't know him, but from the way he's talking to the huntsman you may be sure of it." "He is the great man, is he?
All these dogs belong to him ?" "Either to him or the hunt." "And he pays for those servants ?" "Certainly." "He is a very rich man, I suppose." Then Mr.Morton endeavoured to explain the position of Captain Glomax.

He was not rich.

He was no one in particular--except that he was Captain Glomax; and his one attribute was a knowledge of hunting.

He didn't keep the "dogs" out of his own pocket.