INFLUENCE OF THE REVEREND HUSSELL BARTER Along the walls of the smoking-room, above a leather dado, were prints of horsemen in night-shirts and nightcaps, or horsemen in red coats and top-hats, with words underneath such as: "'Yeoicks' says Thruster; 'Yeoicks' says Dick.

'My word! these d---d Quornites shall now see the trick!'" Two pairs of antlers surmounted the hearth, mementoes of Mr.Pendyce's deer-forest, Strathbegally, now given up, where, with the assistance of his dear old gillie Angus McBane, he had secured the heads of these monarchs of the glen.

Between them was the print of a personage in trousers, with a rifle under his arm and a smile on his lips, while two large deerhounds worried a dying stag, and a lady approached him on a pony.
The Squire and Sir James Malden had retired; the remaining guests were seated round the fire.

Gerald Pendyce stood at a side-table, on which was a tray of decanters, glasses, and mineral water.
"Who's for a dhrop of the craythur?
A wee dhrop of the craythur?
Rector, a dhrop of the craythur?
George, a dhrop--" George shook his head.

A smile was on his lips, and that smile had in it a quality of remoteness, as though it belonged to another sphere, and had strayed on to the lips of this man of the world against his will.