"And I suppose you thought I was a brute."

"Who? I? No, I didn't;--not particularly, you know. Men do say such
things to each other!"

"He doesn't mind it, I fancy."

"I suppose a man does not like to be told that directly he shows
himself in a run the sport is all over and the hounds ought to be
taken home."

"Did I say that? I don't remember now what I said, but I know he made
me angry. Come, let us trot on. They can take the hounds home without
us."

"Good night, Cox," said Miss Palliser, as they passed by the pack.
"Poor Mr. Maule! I did pity him, and I do think he does care for
it, though he is so impassive. He would be with us now, only he is
chewing the cud of his unhappiness in solitude half a mile behind
us."

"That is hard upon you."

"Hard upon me, Lord Chiltern! It is hard upon him, and, perhaps, upon
you. Why should it be hard upon me?"

"Hard upon him, I should have said. Though why it shouldn't be the
other way I don't know. He's a friend of yours."

"Certainly."