“You are a little hipped, dear fellow,” said Eugene; “you have been too sedentary. Come and enjoy the pleasures of the chase.”
“Do you mean that you believe he is watching now?”
“I have not the slightest doubt he is.”
“Have you seen him tonight?”
“I forgot to look for him when I was last out,” returned Eugene with the calmest indifference; “but I dare say he was there. Come! Be a British sportsman and enjoy the pleasures of the chase. It will do you good.”
Lightwood hesitated; but, yielding to his curiosity, rose.
“Bravo!” cried Eugene, rising too. “Or, if Yoicks would be in better keeping, consider that I said Yoicks. Look to your feet, Mortimer, for we shall try your boots. When you are ready, I am—need I say with a Hey Ho Chivey, and likewise with a Hark Forward, Hark Forward, Tantivy?”
“Will nothing make you serious?” said Mortimer, laughing through his gravity.
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