Lady Chiltern was explaining the merits of the case to Lady Baldock,--who knew nothing about hunting; and the other guests were listening with eager attention.
A certain Mr.Spooner, who rode hard and did nothing else, and who acted as an unacknowledged assistant-master under Lord Chiltern,--there is such a man in every hunt,--acted as chorus, and indicated, chiefly with dumb show, the strong points of the case.
"Finn, how are you ?" said Lord Chiltern, stretching out his left hand.

"Glad to have you back again, and congratulate you about the seat.

It was put down in red herrings, and we found nearly a dozen of them afterwards,--enough to kill half the pack." "Picked up nine," said Mr.Spooner.
"Children might have picked them up quite as well,--and eaten them," said Lady Chiltern.
"They didn't care about that," continued the Master.

"And now they've wires and traps over the whole place.

Palliser's a friend of yours--isn't he, Finn ?" "Of course I knew him,--when I was in office." "I don't know what he may be in office, but he's an uncommon bad sort of fellow to have in a county." "Shameful!" said Mr.Spooner, lifting up both his hands.
"This is my first cousin, you know," whispered Adelaide, to Lady Baldock.
"If he were my own brother, or my grandmother, I should say the same," continued the angry lord.