CHAPTER III.
THE CHARIOT OF THE GODS The Hunt Ball was over, and Mrs.Damer, wife of the M.F.H., was standing on the steps of the Carfax Arms, bidding the last members of the Hunt farewell.
Nap Errol was assisting her.

He often did assist Mrs.Damer with that careless, half-insolent gallantry of his that no woman ever dreamed of resenting.

Like his namesake of an earlier date he held his own wherever he went by sheer, stupendous egotism.
The crowd had thinned considerably, the band had begun to pack up.

In the refreshment-room waiters were hurrying to and fro.
"Isn't it horrid ?" laughed Mrs.Damer, shrugging her shoulders and shivering.

"One feels so demoralised at this end of the night.