not do myself, except there was one young man slipped off into the mud; and I shouldn't like that."
"But there was no breaking of bones, was there, my dear?" said Mrs. Harold Smith.
"And nobody caught any foxes," said Miss Dunstable. "The fact is, Mrs. Smith, that I don't think much more of their sport than I do of their business. I shall take to hunting a pack of hounds myself after this."
"Do, my dear, and I'll be your whipper-in. I wonder whether Mrs. Proudie would join us."
"I shall be writing to the duke to-night," said Mr. Fothergill to Mark, as they were all riding up to the stable-yard together. "You will let me tell his grace that you will accept his invitation—will you not?"
"Upon my word, the duke is very kind," said Mark.
"He is very anxious to know you, I can assure you," said Fothergill.
What could a young flattered fool of a parson do but say that he would go? Mark did say that he would go; and in the course of the evening his friend Mr. Sowerby congratulated him, and the bishop joked with him, and said that he knew that he would not give up good company so soon; and Miss Dunstable said she would make him her chaplain as soon as Parliament would allow quack doctors to have such articles—an allusion which Mark did not understand, till he learned that Miss Dunstable was herself the proprietress of the celebrated Oil of Lebanon, invented by her late respected father, and patented by him with such wonderful results in the way of accumulated fortune; and Mrs. Proudie made him quite one of their party, talking to him about all manner of Church subjects; and then at last even Miss Proudie smiled on him when she learned that he had been thought worthy of a bed at a duke's castle; and all the world seemed to be open to him.
But he could not make himself happy that evening. On the next morning he must write to his wife; and he could already see the look of painful sorrow which would fall upon his Fanny's brow when she learned that her husband was going to be a guest at the Duke of Omnium's. And he must tell her to send him money, and money was scarce. And then, as to Lady Lufton, should he send her some message or should he not? In either case he must declare war against her. And then did he not owe every thing to
