'But you said just now that you and he were both going the same way; how, then, could you meet him ?' the squire would ask, frowning sternly.

Whether the witness overtook or met the defendant mattered nothing to the point at issue; but the squire, having got a satisfactory explanation, turned aside, with an aggravating air of cleverness.

For the rest of the week the squire could not account for his time.

He sometimes, indeed, in the hunting season, rode to the meet; but he rarely followed.

He had none of the enthusiasm that makes a hunter; besides, it made the horse in such a heat, and would work him out too quick for economy.
He went out shooting, but not in regular trim.