He looked quite unlike himself, and would hardly have been known by those who had never seen him out of the hunting field.

In his dress clothes of an evening, or in his shooting coat, he was still himself.
But in the garb he wore on the present occasion he was quite unlike Spooner of Spoon Hall, whose only pride in regard to clothes had hitherto been that he possessed more pairs of breeches than any other man in the county.

It was ascertained afterwards, when the circumstances came to be investigated, that he had sent a man all the way across to Spoon Hall for that coat and the coloured neck-handkerchief on the previous day; and some one, most maliciously, told the story abroad.

Lady Chiltern, however, always declared that her secrecy on the matter had always been inviolable.
"Yes, Lady Chiltern; yes," said Mr.Spooner, as he took a seat at the table; "wonders never cease, do they ?" He had prepared himself even for this moment, and had determined to show Miss Palliser that he could be sprightly and engaging even without his hunting habiliments.
"What will Lord Chiltern do without you ?" one of the ladies asked.
"He'll have to do his best." "He'll never kill a fox," said Miss Palliser.
"Oh, yes; he knows what he's about.

I was so fond of my pillow this morning that I thought I'd let the hunting slide for once.