All the spotted dogs were in the house, baying and barking, and everybody was yelling. Then for a minute the dogs stopped their clamour, and I heard a great clatter of things breaking and of teeth crunching and of the Red-faced Man shouting—
“Those cursed brutes are eating the hunt lunch. Get them out, Jerry, you idiot! Get them out! Great heavens! what’s the matter with her Ladyship? Is any one murdering her?”
I suppose that they couldn’t get them out, or at least when they did they all came into the other room where I was under the seat on which the fat woman was now standing.
“What is it, mother?” I heard Tom say.
“An animal!” she screamed. “An animal under the sofa!”
“All right,” he said, “that’s only the hare. Here, hounds, out with her, hounds!”
The dogs rushed about, some of them with great lumps of food still in their mouths. But they were confused, and all went into the wrong places. Everything began to fall with dreadful crashes, the fat woman shrieked piercingly, and her shriek was—
“China! Oh! my china-a. John, you wretch! Help! Help! Help!”
To which the Red-faced Man roared in answer—
“Don’t be an infernal fool, Eliza-a. I say, don’t be such an infernal fool.”