'Pride attends us all,' as the poet says; and if his lordship had ridden into the yard, and halloaed out for a glass of home-brewed, Springwheat would have trapped every fox on his farm, and the blooming Mrs.Springwheat would have had an interminable poultry-bill against the hunt; whereas, simply by 'making things pleasant'-- that is to say, coming to breakfast--Springwheat saw his corn trampled on, nay, led the way over it himself, and Mrs.Springwheat saw her Dorkings disappear without a murmur--unless, indeed, an inquiry when his lordship would be coming could be considered in that light.
Larkhall Hill stood in the centre of a circle, on a gentle eminence, commanding a view over a farm whose fertile fields and well-trimmed fences sufficiently indicated its boundaries, and looked indeed as if all the good of the country had come up to it.

It was green and luxuriant even in winter, while the strong cane-coloured stubbles showed what a crop there had been.

Turnips as big as cheeses swelled above the ground.

In a little narrow dell, whose existence was more plainly indicated from the house by several healthy spindling larches shooting up from among the green gorse, was the cover--an almost certain find, with the almost equal certainty of a run from it.

It occupied both sides of the sandy, rabbit-frequented dell, through which ran a sparkling stream, and it possessed the great advantage to foot-people of letting them see the fox found.