The master of the hounds himself rode up, all aglow with admiration.
"Miss Hunsden," he said, "I never in all my life saw a lady ride as you rode to-day.

There are not half a dozen men in Devonshire who would have faced those fences as you did.

I sincerely hope you will frequently honor our field by your presence and matchless riding." Miss Hunsden bowed easily and smiled.
And then her father came up, his soldierly old face aglow.
"Harrie, my dear, I am proud of you! You led us all to-day.

I wouldn't have taken that nasty place myself, and I didn't believe even Whirlwind could do it." Then George Grosvenor and Lord Ernest and the rest of the men crowded around, and compliments poured in in a deluge.
Sir Everard held himself aloof--disgusted, nauseated--or so he told himself.
"Such an unwomanly exhibition! Such a daring, masculine leap! And see how she sits and smiles on those empty-headed fox-hunters, like an Amazonian queen in her court! How different from Lady Louise! And yet! good heavens! how royally beautiful she is!" "Alone, Kingsland ?" exclaimed a voice at his elbow; and glancing around he saw Lord Carteret.

"What do you think of our pretty Di Vernon?
You don't often see a lady ride like that.