"Of course she will, and ride to hounds a great deal closer than I can ever do. Mind you come, and if there's anything in the stable fit to carry you, you shall have it."
Then Phineas had to explain that he had come to bid them farewell, and that it was not at all probable that he should ever be able to see Willingford again in the hunting season. "I don't suppose that I shall make either of you quite understand it, but I have got to begin again. The chances are that I shall never see another foxhound all my life."
"Not in Ireland!" exclaimed Lord Chiltern.
"Not unless I should have to examine one as a witness. I have nothing before me but downright hard work; and a great deal of that must be done before I can hope to earn a shilling."
"But you are so clever," said Violet. "Of course it will come quickly."
"I do not mean to be impatient about it, nor yet unhappy," said Phineas. "Only hunting won't be much in my line."
"And will you leave London altogether?" Violet asked.
"Altogether. I shall stick to one club,—Brooks's; but I shall take my name off all the others."
"What a deuce of a nuisance!" said Lord Chiltern.
"I have no doubt you will be very happy," said Violet; "and you'll be a Lord Chancellor in no time. But you won't go quite yet."