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Updated: June 9, 2025
Everybody knew him but nobody knew anything about, him. Poor old Caneback! I wish he had managed to die anywhere else and I don't feel at all obliged to Purefoy for sending that brute of a mare here. He said something to me about that wretched ball; not altogether so wretched! was it? But I didn't like what he said and told him a bit of my mind.
"Eleanor knows nothing about this, and I do not ask you to tell her. The young lady was here with her mother, and for the matter of that with a gentleman to whom she was certainly engaged; but nothing particular occurred here. That unfortunate ball was going on when poor Caneback was dying. But I met her since that at Mistletoe." "I can hardly advise, you know, unless you tell me everything."
If a man wanted to make a horse, or to try a horse, or to sell a horse, or to buy a horse, he delighted to put Major Caneback up. The Major was sympathetic and made his friend's horses, and tried them, and sold them.
I think I'll take Jack, Lord Rufford, and let Major Caneback have the honour. Is Jack fast?" In this way the anger arising between the Senator and the Major was assuaged.
Had it been known at Rufford Hall that he was lying at that moment in his mortal agony at Aberdeen, an exclamation or two, "Poor Caneback!" "Poor Major!" would have been the extent of the wailing, and not the pressure of a lover's hand would have been lightened, or the note of a fiddle delayed. And nobody in that house really cared much for Caneback. He was not a man worthy of much care.
Gore's she received from him a letter, which, with the correspondence to which it immediately led, shall be given in this chapter. Letter No. Rufford, Sunday. My Dear Miss Trefoil, We have had a sad house since you left us. Poor Caneback got better and then worse and then better, and at last died yesterday afternoon. And now; there is to be the funeral!
Then they made their way on through the straggling horses, and John Morton, not wishing to seem to be afraid of his rival, remained alone. "I wish Caneback had left that mare behind," said the lord as they went. "It isn't the country for her, and she is going very nastily with him. Are you fond of hunting, Miss Trefoil?"
We've left the road nearly a mile to our left, but there we are. Those trees are the park." "But must we stop there?" "That's as the fox may choose to behave. We shan't stop unless he does." Then young Hampton came up, declaring that there was the very mischief going on between Major Caneback and Jemima.
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