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4é HIS GRACE. CHAPTER IV. A HOUSE-WARMING. On the following morning Hurstbourne and I went out for a ride together. He said he wanted to have a look at his new dominions, and certainly he could not have made acquaintance with them under more favor- able conditions for a light wind was blowing from the eastward, which tempered the heat of the sun, and the whole face of Nature wore so smiling and peaceful an aspect that we might almost have fancied ourselves as many miles south of London as we actually were north of that grimy, sweltering city. Our horses, having for a long time past done no work beyond their daily walk- ing exercise, were fat, and out of condition; so that they gave us no trouble, and we could chat quite com- fortably as we jogged across the grass. Hurstbourne, with his mouth open, kept on drawing long breaths of the salt-laden breeze into his lungs and heaving little sighs of contentment. “This is something like!” said he. “ This is better than Hyde Park, and a very great deal better than stifling ballrooms. I wishI could live here all my days, like a country gentleman, and perhaps run up to town for a couple of months or so in the season.” Comicboo m