You should have seen Harrie Hunsden, as I saw her the other day, and you would surely recant your heresy about ladies and horse-flesh." "Is Harrie Hunsden a lady ?" "Certainly.

Don't you know her?
She is Captain Hunsden's only daughter--Hunsden, of Hunsden Hall, one of your oldest Devon families.
You'll find them duly chronicled in Burke and Debrett.

Miss Hunsden is scarcely eighteen, but she has been over the world--from Quebec to Gibraltar--from Halifax to Calcutta.

Two years of her life she passed at a New York boarding-school, of which city her mother was a native." "Indeed!" Sir Everard said, just lifting his eyebrows.

"And Miss Hunsden rides well ?" "Like Di Vernon's self." "Is your Miss Hunsden pretty?
and shall we see her at the meet to-morrow ?" "Yes to both questions; and more than at the meet, I fancy.