Something Out of the Way The Brake hounds went out four days a week, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday; but the hunting party on this Saturday was very small.

None of the ladies joined in it, and when Lord Chiltern came down to breakfast at half-past eight he met no one but Gerard Maule.
"Where's Spooner ?" he asked.

But neither Maule nor the servant could answer the question.

Mr.Spooner was a man who never missed a day from the beginning of cubbing to the end of the season, and who, when April came, could give you an account of the death of every fox killed.

Chiltern cracked his eggs, and said nothing more for the moment, but Gerard Maule had his suspicions.