"Constance and I were well mounted," continued the Baroness serenely, "and we had no difficulty in keeping ourselves in the first flight, though it was a fairly stiff run. Towards the finish, however, we must have held rather too independent a line, for we lost the hounds, and found ourselves plodding aimlessly along miles away from anywhere. It was fairly exasperating, and my temper was beginning to let itself go by inches, when on pushing our way through an accommodating hedge we were gladdened by the sight of hounds in full cry in a hollow just beneath us. "'There they go,' cried Constance, and then added in a gasp, 'In Heaven's name, what are they hunting?' "It was certainly no mortal fox. It stood more than twice as high, had a short, ugly head, and an enormous thick neck. "'It's a hyaena,' I cried; 'it must have escaped from Lord Pabham's Park.' "At that moment the hunted beast turned and faced its pursuers, and the hounds (there were only about six couple of them) stood round in a half-circle and looked foolish. Evidently they had broken away from the rest of the pack on the trail of this alien scent, and were not quite sure how to treat their quarry now they had got him. "The hyaena hailed our approach with unmistakable relief and demonstrations of friendliness. It had probably been accustomed to uniform kindness from humans, while its first experience of a pack of hounds had left a bad impression. The hounds looked more than ever embarrassed as their quarry paraded its sudden intimacy with us, and the faint toot of a horn in the distance was seized on as a welcome signal for unobtrusive departure. Constance and I and the hyaena were left alone in the gathering twilight. "'What are we to do?' asked Constance. "'What a person you are for questions,' I said. "'Well, we can't stay here all night with a hyaena,' she retorted. "'I don't know what your ideas of comfort are,' I said; 'but I shouldn't think of staying here all night even without a hyaena. My home may be an unhappy one, but at least it has hot and cold water laid on, and domestic service, and other conveniences which we shouldn't find here. We had better make for that ridge of trees to the right; I imagine the Crowley road is just beyond.' "We trotted off slowly along a faintly marked cart-track, with the beast following cheerfully at our heels. "'What on earth are we to do with the hyaena?' came the inevitable question. "'What does one generally do with hyaenas?' I asked crossly. "'I've never had anything to do with one before,' said Constance. "'Well, neither have I. If we even knew its sex we might give it a name. Perhaps we might call it Esme. That would do in either case.'