“No, I never had that experience.”
“Then you must go; your education has been sadly neglected, for you don’t know about lots of the things that we do. We always go over to Wye Camp.”
“Perhaps I shall not be here when it begins.”
“Oh, shall you not? I thought you were to stay to learn to ride after the hounds.”
“Learn to ride! Do you suppose I never mounted a horse?”
“No, indeed; but you’ve never been fox-hunting. I expect you will enjoy it.”
“If the fox is as elusive as—”
“As what?” Lettice looked up saucily.
The young man caught her hand. “You know who eludes me and defies me and makes miserable my days and nights, and makes me advance and retreat till I am driven to distraction.”
“No, does she? What a wicked girl Rhoda is. I never dreamed she could be so cruel. Thank you, I do not need your hand to assist me to rise.”