Darby said "Yes," with the same twisted smile.
"And the foxes killed, the skins could be sold for the Blue Cross Fund," said the lady decidedly.
She held the public ear as she put forward the absolute wickedness of spending money upon hunters when every penny was, and would be, wanted for the war.
"If everyone gave up keeping everything, it seems to me that a lot of people would starve," said Darby gravely. "Out-of-place servants who cannot join the army are rather at a discount this year. If we all did nothing always, we should make a lot of riches and create a lot of poverty."
"If you are sure she will get over the fences," said Violet Weston, "I will buy him. And can I call it Britannia or Commander-in-Chief?"
Darby mildly suggested Equator, because it was a line, and was coldly turned away from.
Harold Keefe drew a breath of sheer relief.
"I'll have the cob with the curbs for myself now," he thought blissfully, "out of the profit."
"You are going to take it without a vet.?" said Gheena. "Are you? You warrant it, Mr. Keefe?"
Mr. Keefe's pained expression rested on the Commander-in-Chief's hocks, and he said warmly that he'd warrant it fit to hunt, for it never went lame on them.