"But it's very bad luck on the fox.

I wouldn't mind so much if he had fair play.

But even if he succeeds in getting away from you--beating _you_, in fact--and runs to earth, you proceed to dig him out.

I call that _mean_." Trenby was silent again for a moment.

Then he asked suddenly: "What would you do if your husband hunted ?" "Put up with it, I suppose, just as I should put up with his other faults--if I loved him." Roger made no answer but quickened the speed of the car, letting her race over the level surface of the road, and when next he spoke it was on some quite other topic.
Half an hour later a solid-looking grey house, built in the substantial Georgian fashion and surrounded by trees, came into view.