They study natural history most of the time." "Harmless, anyway!" commented Nap, with a sneer.
"Yes, quite harmless," assented Bertie, looking straight at him.
"And very interesting, no doubt," said Lady Carfax, turning towards her mount.
Ralph moved to assist her, but Nap pushed before him.

"My job, I think," he drawled, with that in his face which made the English youth draw sullenly back.
"Cad!" whispered Dot fiercely.
And Bertie from his perch above her laughed through clenched teeth.
In a few minutes more the hunt was off.

The whole crowd streamed briskly away, hounds leading, horses, motors, carriages, and the usual swarm of pedestrians, following in promiscuous array.
The sun shone through a mist.

The weather was perfect for hunting, but looked as if it might end in rain.
Sir Giles rode with the master.

He seemed in better spirits than usual.
His customary scowl had lifted.
His wife rode nearer the end of the procession with Nap Errol next to her.