"About fifty couple, I think."

"A hundred dogs! No wonder your country gentlemen burst up so
often. Wouldn't half-a-dozen do as well,--except for the show of
the thing?"

"Half-a-dozen hounds couldn't hunt a fox, Mr. Gotobed."

"I guess half-a-dozen would do just as well, only for the show.
What strikes me, Mr. Morton, on visiting this old country is that
so much is done for show."

"What do you say to New York, Mr. Gotobed?"

"There certainly are a couple of hundred fools in New York, who,
having more money than brains, amuse themselves by imitating
European follies. But you won't find that through the country, Mr.
Morton. You won't find a hundred dogs at an American planter's
house when ten or twelve would do as well."

"Hunting is not one of your amusements."

"Yes it is. I've been a hunter myself. I've had nothing to eat but
what I killed for a month together. That's more than any of your
hunters can say. A hundred dogs to kill one fox!"

"Not all at the same time, Mr. Gotobed."

"And you have got none now?"