CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
HIGH DUDGEON.
Things had not been going well with Percy Rimbolt since we saw him last, six or eight months ago, just before Jeffreys' expulsion from the house in Clarges Street.

Mrs Rimbolt had some reason to modify her self- congratulations on that occasion, when Percy and Raby, who, it will be remembered, had been out riding at the time, returned home.

Percy returned in high spirits; his new horse had turned out a beauty, and the canter in the park had acted like a tonic.
"Hullo, mother!" he said, as his parent came into the hall to meet him.
"We've had a grand time, Raby and I.

We saw the Prince of Wales and W.G.

Grace, and the Queen, and everybody, and I gave Raby two hundred yards from the corner and ran her down before we were off Knightsbridge, and nearly got hauled up for furious riding.