Whereupon Mr Grindley trotted on, round the corner by the church, and into the field in which the hounds were assembled.

The fire had become too hot for him, and he thought it best to escape.

Had it been Vavasor alone he would have turned upon him and snarled, but he could not afford to exhibit any ill temper to the king of the club.

Mr Grindley was not popular, and were Maxwell to turn openly against him his sporting life down at Roebury would decidedly be a failure.
The lives of such men as Mr Grindley,--men who are tolerated in the daily society of others who are accounted their superiors, do not seem to have many attractions.

And yet how many such men does one see in almost every set?
Why Mr Grindley should have been inferior to Mr Maxwell the banker, or to Stone, or to Prettyman who were brewers, or even to Mr Pollock the heavy-weight literary gentleman, I can hardly say.