Fox hunting -- Fiction; Horses -- Fiction; Ireland -- Fiction
The river was brimming full, and, as it raced, the black water and the
cold froth washed in deep eddies between the rocks; the sunlit bank
opposite was red with withered bracken and sedge; the soft booming of a
waterfall came to the ear. Passing round the curve they saw the thick
and creamy column of water plunge from its edge of low crag to its ruin
among the boulders; above it two or three battered fir-trees stood on
the high ground, grey and straight and rigid beside the lavish rush and
confusion.
Lady Susan was leaning against one of the fir-trees, smoking her
cigarette, and looking fixedly and dreamily at the water; Glasgow, with
her fur-lined coat on his arm, was standing very close to her, looking
as if he had said something to which she had not as yet replied. She did
not move when Slaney and Bunbury joined them, and was unaffectedly
uninterested in general conversation. Slaney had never thought her so
handsome; her eyes seemed to look out of her heart and into a remote
place unseen of others, instead of summing up things around her with her
wonted practical glance.
It was against all theories of woman-kind, yet the fact remained that
Slaney liked Lady Susan.
CHAPTER IX
The party returned to the station by different ways, that chosen by
Slaney and Bunbury involving a good deal of wandering by dark and
intricate paths in the hollow of the wood before the high road again was
reached. The other half of the picnic was not in sight; and when Slaney
and her companion arrived at the station, the engine and brake van, in
which they had come, had disappeared, and in their place was another
engine that had come up the line with a train of trucks. It was a small
and very dirty engine, the driver’s white jumper was as grimy as his
face, and coal-dust and oil had gone hand-in-hand to effect a general
and thorough defilement.
The ganger explained the position respect-fully. Mr. Glasgow had found
that he was obliged to catch the mail train for Dublin, and he and the
lady had started a quarter of an hour before; he had ordered the
ballast-engine to wait for Major Bunbury.
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