Daddy Longlegs, too, had begun to sob, and in vain I looked back in hopes of seeing Jack-a-Dandy coming up.

"Well," said I to myself, "I've got a pair of good strong boots on, and I'll finish the run on foot but I'll see it"; when, just at the moment, the pack broke from scent to view and rolled the fox up like a hedgehog amongst them.' 'Well done!' exclaimed Jack, adding, 'that was a run with a vengeance!' 'Wasn't it ?' replied his lordship, rubbing his hands and stamping; 'the finest run that ever was seen--the finest run that ever was seen!' 'Why, it couldn't be less than twelve miles from point to point,' observed Jack, thinking it over.
'Not a yard,' replied his lordship, 'not a yard, and from fourteen to fifteen as the hounds ran.' 'It would be all that,' assented Jack.

'How long were you in doing it ?' he asked.
'An hour and forty minutes,' replied his lordship; 'an hour and forty minutes from the find to the finish'; adding, 'I'll stick the brush and present it to Mrs.Springwheat.' 'It's to be hoped Springy's out of the brook,' observed Jack.
'To be hoped so,' replied his lordship, thinking, if he wasn't whether he should marry Mrs.Springwheat or not.
Well now, after all that, we fancy we hear our fair friends exclaim, 'Thank goodness, there's an end of Lord Scamperdale and his hunting; he has had a good run, and will rest quiet for a time; we shall now hear something of Amelia and Emily, and the doings at Jawleyford Court.' Mistaken lady! If you are lucky enough to marry an out-and-out fox-hunter, you will find that a good run is only adding fuel to the fire, only making him anxious for more.

Lord Scamperdale's sporting fire was in full blaze.

His bumps and his thumps, his rolls, and his scrambles, only brought out the beauties and perfections of the thing.