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But you have evidence of what the Jockey Club thinks. The Master of our Hunt has been banished from racecourses." Here there was considerable opposition, and a few short but excited little dialogues were maintained; throughout all which Tifto restrained himself like a Spartan. "At any rate he has been thoroughly disgraced," continued Mr. Jawstock, "as a sporting man.
Nor were there many of the gentlemen down from London. This second meeting might almost have been called select. Mr. Mahogany Topps was there of course, in the chair, and Mr. Jawstock took the place of honour and of difficulty on his right hand.
That was what Mr. Jawstock had to say. And he said it. Looking round the room, occasionally appealing to Mr. Topps, who on these occasions would lift up his hands in horror, but never letting his eye fall for a moment on the Major, Mr. Jawstock told his story. "I did not see it done," said he. "I know nothing about it. I never was at Doncaster in my life.
"What a happy fellow you ought to be." "Bar Tifto, and Mr. Jawstock." "You have got rid of Tifto and all those troubles very easily." "Thanks to the governor." "Yes, indeed. I do love your father so dearly." "So do I rather." "May I tell you something about him?" As she asked the question she was standing very close to him, leaning upon his arm, with her left hand crossed upon her right.
Upon the whole I think I hate Jawstock worse than Tifto." Lady Mabel was content with her afternoon's work. When they had been at Matching before the Polpenno election, there had apparently been no friendship between them, at any rate no confidential friendship. Miss Boncassen had been there, and he had had neither ears nor eyes for any one else.
Even this he thought was better than acknowledging the rebuff which had reached him. As regarded the meeting which had been held, and any further meetings which might be held, at The Bobtailed Fox, he did not see the necessity, as he explained to the livery-stable keeper, of acknowledging that he had written any letter to Lord Silverbridge. The letter to Mr. Jawstock was of course brought forward.
He has been driven out of the Beargarden Club." "He resigned in disgust at their treatment," said a friend of the Major's. "Then let him resign in disgust at ours," said Mr. Jawstock, "for we won't have him here. Caesar wouldn't keep a wife who was suspected of infidelity, nor will the Runnymede country endure a Master of Hounds who is supposed to have driven a nail into a horse's foot."
He was about forty-five years of age, was not much given to riding, owned no coverts himself, and was not a man of wealth; but he understood the nature of hunting, knew all its laws, and was a judge of horses, of hounds, and of men; and could say a thing when he had to say it. Mr. Jawstock sat on the right hand of Mr. Topps, and a place was left for the Master opposite.
Jawstock, and others declared that no crime so heinous as that had ever been contemplated in the Runnymede country. The difficulties were too many for poor Tifto, and the hounds were not brought out again under his influence. A second meeting was summoned, and an invitation was sent to the Major similar to that which he had before received; but on this occasion he did not appear.
Jawstock was well aware that let the young Lord's answer be what it might, the Major would not be endured as Master in the Runnymede country. Mr. Jawstock felt that the passage in which he explained that a Master of Hounds should be a depositary of influence and intimacy, was good; but yet the application was lame, very lame. Lord Silverbridge as he read it thought that it was very unfair.
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