"May we go as far as the wood?" said Miss Furnival to Augustus. "Without being made to ride over hedges, I mean."
"Oh, dear, yes; and ride about the wood half the day. It will be an hour and a half before a fox will break—even if he ever breaks."
"Dear me! how tired you will be of us. Now do say something pretty, Mr. Staveley."
"It's not my métier. We shall be tired, not of you, but of the thing. Galloping up and down the same cuts in the wood for an hour and a half is not exciting; nor does it improve the matter much if we stand still, as one should do by rights."
"That would be very slow."
"You need not be afraid. They never do here. Everybody will be rushing about as though the very world depended on their galloping."
"I'm so glad; that's just what I like."
"Everybody except Lord Alston, Miss Tristram, and, the other old stagers. They will husband their horses, and come out as fresh at two o'clock as though they were only just out. There is nothing so valuable as experience in hunting."
"Do you think it nice seeing a young lady with so much hunting knowledge?"
"Now you want me to talk slander, but I won't do it. I admire the Miss Tristrams exceedingly, and especially Julia."