stairs. But the next stage is at Mrs. Proudie's. I sha'n't meet you there, I suppose. And now, Frank, how's the governor?"
The gentleman called Frank declared that the governor was all right—"mad about the hounds, of course, you know."
"Well, my dear, that's better than the hounds being mad about him, like the poor gentleman they've put into a statue. But, talking of hounds, Frank, how badly they manage their foxes at Chaldicotes! I was out hunting all one day—"
"You out hunting!" said the lady called Mary.
"And why shouldn't I go out hunting? I'll tell you what, Mrs. Proudie was out hunting too. But they didn't catch a single fox; and, if you must have the truth, it seemed to me to be rather slow."
"You were in the wrong division of the county," said the gentleman called Frank.
"Of course I was. When I really want to practice hunting I'll go to Greshamsbury; not a doubt about that."
"Or to Boxall Hill," said the lady; "you'll find quite as much zeal there as at Greshamsbury."
"And more discretion, you should add," said the gentleman.
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Miss Dunstable; "your discretion indeed! But you have not told me a word about Lady Arabella."
"My mother is quite well," said the gentleman.
"And the doctor? By-the-by, my dear, I've had such a letter from the doctor—only two days ago. I'll show it you up stairs to-morrow. But, mind, it must be a positive secret. If he goes on in this way he'll get himself into the Tower, or Coventry, or a blue-book, or some dreadful place."
"Why, what has he said?"
"Never you mind, Master Frank; I don't mean to show you the letter, you may be sure of that. But if your wife will swear three times on a poker and tongs that she won't reveal, I'll show it to her. And so you're quite settled at Boxall Hill, are you?"
"Frank's horses are settled; and the dogs nearly so," said Frank's wife; "but I can't boast much of any thing else yet."
