'Away go t' hounds wi' riotous music hot upon t' scent; on, forrard on they go, right over t' haha and up and across t' pasture beyond, at t' end of which, and beside t' beck, Cunliffe was galloping up an' down trying to find an easier place. It appears he hadn't, in his excitement, taken notice of t' hounds giving tongue, or looked behind him, but all of a sudden he perceives it, and halting his horse stockstill, looks behind him. Then it seemed to flash upon him what's up, and he forces back t' horse some twenty yards or so--first hounds racing towards him about hundred yards behind--rams in t' spurs, cuts him with t' whip, and claps him at it. Gamecock tries it bravely, and leaping high into the air just lands on t' further bank, but short a bit, and on t' soft edge, and pecks forward badly on his head, sending Cunliffe somersaulting over like a shot rabbit. '"T' bet's won!" shouts the Squire, marking t' horse pick himself up before his rider and gallop away by himself over t' far field; "t' damned cockney cannot ride at all." '"Yes, you've won your bet," replies my lady, gathering her skirts together and holding them close as she passes him by, "but possibly you may have lost remembrance that you were born a gentleman," and with that she proudly turns her back and sweeps away down t' stairs. 'Well, t' hounds couldn't get across t' beck, and t' Squire's first whip was ready wi' t' horn to fetch them back again; so Cunliffe was safe enough, but sorely damaged an' bruised, an' 'twas a full week before he left his house, when straight he goes abroad on foreign travel. 'Things gradually went on from bad to worse twixt t' Squire and Mistress Heron after that night's play; she used to lament for Lunnon an' its fashions, an' on t' last night of all she set t'owd Squire's blood blazin' by sneerin' at "country yokels" and their drunken ways. '"Why, damn t' ----!" cries he, quite forgetting himself, and using a word more suitable to t' kennels than t' drawing-room, "ain't we been here since King Alfred? An' what can ye want more than that?" 'Swift as fire she answers him, "One might wish that they were gentlemen," says she, an' cold an' contemptuous she walks past him out of the drawing-room and up into her own room, where she orders her maid to pack up for her at once, an' 'tis but an hour later when she drives away in t' carriage an' never sees t'owd place again. 'Well, they separate by law, an' shortly after, when t' bairn comes to live with his father, Mistress Heron gets much taken up with one of those father parsons, famous as a preacher in Lunnon at that time. 'Finally, she goes into a sort of retirement and becomes head of a sisterhood shortly, which gets to be very famous for its Good Samaritan sort of deeds. 'Grandfather used to say that whatever she took up she would be sworn to do better than anybody else. "Fox-'untin' she learnt clever in six months' time, an' if ye can larn that ye can larn owt," says he.