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Each time one makes a fresh acquaintance, each time a pretty woman is just that bit kinder to one than she would dare be to any man who was not out of it, each time people are manifestly interested politely, of course and form a circle, make room for one as they did at that particularly disagreeable Grimshott garden party yesterday, each time I don't want to drivel, but so it is one sees a pair of lovers oh! well, it's not easy to retain one's philosophy, not to obey the primitive instincts of any animal when it's ill-used and hurt, and to revenge oneself to want to kill, in short."
Then he glanced anxiously at Lord Shotover to assure himself of the entire absence of simian approximations in the case of his own family. "Oh! ah! yes," he remarked aloud, and somewhat vaguely. "Quite right, Knott. Then of course it was earlier. Record run for that season. Seldom had a better. We found a fox in the Grimshott gorse and ran to Water End without a check."
But I'll ask you not to go in among the brood-mares and foals unless Chifney is with you. They may be a bit savage and shy, and it is not altogether safe for a lady." He stretched out his hand, taking Lady Calmady's hand for a moment. "Dear mother, you look tired. You'll have to put up with Grimshott. The weather's not going to let us off. Go and rest till we start."
Always feel ashamed of myself if I've over-pressed a horse. But I hadn't reckoned on the distance." "'The pace was too hot to inquire," quoted Shotover. "So it was. Meeting at Grimshott, you see, we very rarely kill so far on this side of the country."
Always found a fox in that Grimshott gorse of his, eh, Knott?" "Fox that sometimes wasn't very certain of his country," the doctor rejoined. "Hailed from the neighbourhood of the umbrella shop perhaps, and wanted to get home to it." Lord Fallowfeild chuckled. "Capital," he said, "very good capital. Still, it's a great relief to know of a sure find like that. Keeps the field in a good temper.
Do you care to come and see it all, if the afternoon is fine and not too hot?" And Honoria agreed. Nor did she shrink when Richard slipping out of his chair picked up his crutches. "I suppose it is about time to get ready for the Grimshott function," he said. She walked beside him to the door, opened it and passed into the neutral-tinted, tapestry-hung dining-room.
He reckoned it would save him a couple of miles, let alone the long hill from Farley Row up to Spendle Flats, if on his way back from Grimshott he went by Brockhurst House. It is stretching a point, he admitted, to drive under even your neighbour's back windows at five o'clock in the morning.
The leading shopkeepers of Westchurch and their humbler brethren from Farley Row. All the country gentry too. Lord and Lady Fallowfeild and a goodly company from Whitney Park, Lord Denier and a large contingent from Grimshott Place, the Cathcarts of Newlands, and many more persons of undoubted consequence specially perhaps in their own eyes.
But there was a little prejudice, little narrowness of feeling about Denier, when he first bought Grimshott and settled down here. Self-made man, you see, Denier. Entirely self-made. Father was a clergyman, I believe, and I'm told his grandfather kept an umbrella shop in the Strand.
You won't escape the Grimshott function after all." "It's a nuisance having to go," Richard replied. "But you see this is an old engagement. People are wonderfully civil and kind. I wish they were less so. They waste one's time. But it doesn't do to be ungracious, and we needn't stay more than half an hour, need we, mother?" He looked up at Honoria.
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