But whatever Hippo was, or whatever she did, I shall always be
grateful to her for that photograph.
CHAPTER X. DERMOT'S MARE.
All this time Dermot Tracy had been from home. He had not come back
after the season, but had been staying with friends and going to
various races, in which, as usual, he had heavy stakes. He persuaded
my two nephews to meet him at Doncaster, where he ran one of the
horses bred on his Irish estate, and afterwards to go and make him a
visit at Killy Marey, County Kildare, where he used to stay about
once a year, shooting or hunting, as the season might be, and always
looking after his horses and entertaining all the squires and
squireens of the neighbourhood, and many of the officers from the
Curragh. The benefit of those visits was very doubtful both as to
morals and purses, and Lord Erymanth pointedly said he was sorry when
he heard that Harold and Eustace were of the party.
I do not know whether Lady Diana viewed them as bad companions for
her son, or her son as a bad companion for them; but she was very
severe about it, and when I thought of the hunt dinner at Foling, my
heart sank, even while I was indignant at any notion of distrusting
Harold; and it did indeed seem to me that he had learnt where to look
for strength and self-command, and that he had a real hatred and
contempt of evil.
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