It's never any use trying to hunt here after the middle of March." "You're rather short of foxes, are you not ?" said the rector, making an attempt to join the conversation.
"Upon my word I don't know anything about it," said Sir Hugh.
"There are foxes at Clavering," said Archie, recommencing his duty.

"The hounds will be here on Saturday, and I'll bet three to one I find a fox before twelve o'clock, or, say, half-past twelve--that is, if they'll draw punctual and let me do as I like with the pack.

I'll bet a guinea we find, and a guinea we run, and a guinea we kill; that is, you know, if they'll really look for a fox." The rector had been willing to fall into a little hunting talk for the sake of society, but he was not prepared to go the length that Archie proposed to take him, and therefore the subject dropped.
"At any rate I shan't stay here after to-morrow," said Sir Hugh, still addressing himself to his brother.

"Pass the wine, will you, Harry; that is, if your father is drinking any." "No more wine for me," said the rector, almost angrily.
"Liberty Hall," said Sir Hugh; "everybody does as they like about that.
I mean to have another bottle of claret.

Archie, ring the bell, will you ?" Captain Clavering, though he was further from the bell than his elder brother, got up and did as he was bid.