But in point of fact the hounds had not found. They had struck a strong drag in the lower end of the cover, but, after running for only thirty or forty yards, scent had quickly failed, and a few minutes afterwards the majority of the field had reappeared near the old gate on the crest of the hill. "Well, it's not been much use so far, has it? I see that Mrs. Boringdon and your mother have gone home"--General Kemp seemed in high good humour. "And now that the Duchess is off, too, we shall be able to try the Bramber wood." The speaker's eyes twinkled; the Duchess of Appleby and Kendal had been a keen sportswoman in her day, and it had been hoped that the hounds would find in the ducal covers. "Would you like to go on, child?" He thought Lucy had been quite long enough with Laxton--that is, if, as his wife assured him, she had not changed her mind about the young man whom he himself liked so cordially. "I think, father, if you don't mind, I'd rather go home." The General's face fell--it seemed such a pity to turn back now, just when the real work of the day was to begin. He had heard the Master's dry words:--"The Duchess is gone, isn't she? Then let's make for Highcombe without losing a minute." But Laxton was interposing eagerly--"May I take Lucy home, sir? I will look after her all right, and perhaps Mrs. Kemp will give me a little lunch." The General looked doubtfully at the two young people. They had remained close to one another during the last hour--what did it all mean? He wished his wife were there to give him a word, a glance, of advice. "All right!" he said, "but in that case, I should advise you to go back over the downs. It's a pleasanter way, and you'll be at Chancton twice as quickly." Lucy looked gratefully at the young man: it was really nice of him to do this--to give up his afternoon to her, and to brave, as he was certainly about to do, old Squire Laxton's anger: the Master of the S.S.H. had never understood his favourite kinsman's attitude to the noblest sport ever devised by man. And so she assented eagerly to the proposal that they should ride back over the downs. "But wouldn't you rather stay?" "I'm really glad of the excuse to get away!"--he smiled down on her--"I've been simply longing to see your mother!" Slowly they made their way over the brow of the hill, and then down the wide grassy slopes skirting the high wall which shut off Chillingworth from the rest of the world. Lucy was very subdued, and very gentle. It was a relief to be with someone who did not suspect, as her parents seemed to do, the truth as to her feeling for Oliver Boringdon. Soon she and her companion were talking quite happily together, he asking her about all sorts of familiar matters. Again she bethought herself that she really had missed him, and that it was nice to have him back again.