“. . . Tho’ I say it who should not say it, I don’t think I ever followed faster hounds than my friend Russell’s, nor did I ever see a more beautiful run, nor a fox more gallantly run into and killed. I was in at the death, I assure you. . . . Oh what a house this is for beautiful apartments and comforts without end! O’Callaghan, who knows Lowther well, says it is not to be mentioned in the same year with it—such perfect good taste in everything, and the man who did it all just lived in it seven months. . . .”
