This produced an effect that he had not anticipated.
One morning Lord Harrowdale's foxhounds met at a large covert, about five miles from Huntercombe, and Sir Charles told Lady Bassett she must ride to cover.
“Yes, dear. Charles, love, I have no spirit to appear in public. We shall soon have publicity enough.”
“That is my reason. I have not done nor said anything I am ashamed of, and you will meet the county on this and on every public occasion.”
“I obey,” said Bella.
“And look your best.”
“I will, dearest.”
“And be in good spirits.”
“Must I?”
“Yes.”