The Chronicles of Clovis

"All hunting stories are the same," said Clovis; "just as all Turf stories are the same, and all-""My hunting story isn't a bit like any you've ever heard," said the Baroness. "It happened quite a while ago, when I was about twenty-three. I wasn't living apart from my husband then; you see, neither of us could afford to make the other a separate allowance. In spite of everything that proverbs may say, poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up. But we always hunted with different packs. All this has nothing to do with the story.""We haven't arrived at the meet yet. I suppose there was a meet," said Clovis."Of course there was a meet," said the Baroness; all the usual crowd were there, especially Constance Broddle. Constance is one of those strapping florid girls that go so well with autumn scenery or Christmas decorations in church. 'I feel a presentiment that something dreadful is going to happen, ' she said to me; 'am I looking pale?'"She was looking about as pale as a beetroot that has suddenly heard bad news