His grandfather and great-grandfather had been Master of the Hounds before him.

Hunting was a keen enjoyment--one outlet for wild life in him--and at the last meet of the year he rode in Captain Maudsley's place.

They had a good run, and the taste of it remained with Gaston for many a day; he thought of it sometimes as he rode in the Park now every morning--with Delia and her mother.
Jacques and his broncho came no more, or if they did it was at unseasonable hours, and then to be often reprimanded (and twice arrested) for furious riding.

Gaston had a bad moment when he told Jacques that he need not come with him again.

He did it casually, but, cool as he was, a cold sweat came on his cheek.