"Aye. But one never cares what one spends upon a fancy. I am not so satisfied with the bills my gardener brings me in for plants. I dare say, now, you did not grudge what you gave for your favourite horse."
"My chestnut was a present from Uncle Singleton," said Harriet, "but it is shocking to think what he cost."
"I always think it very extravagant to spend much upon horses," said Lady Raymond, "they are such uncertain things. They fall lame, or die; or, something—"
"Not more uncertain than Blenheim spaniels," said Harriet, laughing.
"Ah! true, Lady Raymond; recollect the fifty guineas for Flora," said Mr. Haveloc.
"You certainly saved her life that day," said Lucy. "Raymond did not know what on earth to do for her, poor little love!"
"You will stand up for the cold water cure after that," said Mr. Haveloc.
"I shall, indeed," said Lady Raymond, "I sing your praises every where."
"But I am dying to see the tomb of the Danish sea-king," said Harriet. "Where is it?"
"It was in the chancel," Mr. Haveloc said. "He would show them the way."