She had had one instant of anxiety lest he should suggest that, instead of lunching, as arranged, from the picnic basket safely bestowed in the back of the car, they should lunch at the Hall.
Another fifteen minutes brought them to the kennels, Denman, the first whip, meeting them at the gates.

He touched his hat and threw a keen glance at Nan.

The Master of the Trevithick was not in the habit of bringing ladies to see the kennels, and the whip and his wife had discussed the matter very fully over their supper the previous evening, trying to guess what it might portend.

"A new mistress up at the 'All, I shouldn't wonder," asserted Mrs.Denman confidently.
"Hounds all fit, Denman ?" asked Trenby in quick, authoritative tones.
"Yes, sir.

All 'cept 'Wrangler there--'e's still a bit stiff on that near hind leg he sprained." As he spoke, he held open the gate for Nan to pass in, and she glanced round with lively interest.