very bad time out hunting, and it is sometimes a
marvel that he does not take the advice which Job got from his wife.
But now all things were smiling, and it was soon known that his
lordship intended to draw Craigattan Gorse. Now in those parts there
is no surer find, and no better chance of a run, than Craigattan
Gorse affords.

"There is one thing I want to ask, Mr. Greystock," said Lord George,
in Lizzie's hearing.

"You shall ask two," said Frank.

"Who is to coach Lady Eustace to-day;--you or I?"

"Oh, do let me have somebody to coach me," said Lizzie.

"For devotion in coachmanship," said Frank,--"devotion, that is,
to my cousin,--I defy the world. In point of skill I yield to Lord
George."

"My pretensions are precisely the same," said Lord George. "I glow
with devotion; my skill is naught."

"I like you best, Lord George," said Lizzie, laughing.

"That settles the question," said Lord George.

"Altogether," said Frank, taking off his hat.

"I mean as a coach," said Lizzie.

"I quite understand the extent of the preference," said Lord George.
Lizzie was delighted, and thought the game was worth the candle.
The noble master had told her that they were sure of a run from
Craigattan, and she wasn't in the least tired, and they were not
called upon to stand still in a big wood, and it didn't rain, and,
in every respect, the day was very different from Monday. Mounted
on a bright-skinned, lively steed, with her cousin on one side and
Lord George de Bruce Carruthers on the other, with all the hunting
world of her own county civil around her, and a fox just found in
Craigattan Gorse, what could the heart of woman desire more? This was
to live. There was, however, just enough of fear to make the blood
run quickly to her heart. "We'll be away at once now," said Lord
George with utmost earnestness; "follow me close, but not too close.
When the men see that I am giving you a lead, they won't come
between. If you hang back, I'll not go ahead. Just check your horse
as he comes to his fences, and, if you can, see me over before you
go at them. Now then, down the hill;--there's a gate at the corner,
and a bridge over the water. We couldn't be better. By George! there
they are,--all together. If they don't pull him down in the first two
minutes, we shall have a run."

Lizzie understood most of it,--more at least than would nine out of
ten young women who had never ridden a hunt before. She was to go
wherever Lo