"Do you really think," said the Senator calmly, "that a man should be hanged for killing a fox ?" John Runce, who was not very ready, turned round and stared at him.

"I haven't heard of any other harm that he has done, and perhaps he had some provocation for that." Words were wanting to Mr.Runce, but not indignation.

He collected together his plate and knife and fork and his two glasses and his lump of bread, and, looking the Senator full in the face, slowly pushed back his chair and, carrying his provisions with him, toddled off to the other end of the room.

When he reached a spot where place was made for him he had hardly breath left to speak.

"Well," he said, "I never--!" He sat a minute in silence shaking his head, and continued to shake his head and look round upon his neighbours as he devoured his food.
Up-stairs there was a very cosy party who came in by degrees.