‘Yes Plaistow is in Norfolk.’

‘I suppose you’ll leave it now and go into Somersetshire,’ suggested Captain Aylmer.

‘Certainly not.  Why should I leave it?’

‘I thought, perhaps as Belton Castle is now your own’

’Plaistow Hall is more my own than Belton Castle, if that signifies anything which it doesn’t.’  This he said in an angry tone, which, as he became conscious of it, he tried to rectify.  ’I’ve a deal of stock and all that sort of thing at Plaistow, and couldn’t very well leave it, even if I wished it,’ he said.

‘You’ve pretty good shooting too, I suppose,’ said Aylmer.

’As far as partridges go I’ll back it against most properties of the same extent in any county.’

‘I’m too busy a man myself,’ said the captain, ’to do much at partridges.  We think more of pheasants down with us.’

‘I dare say.’

‘But a Norfolk man like you is of course keen about birds.’

’We are obliged to put up with what we’ve got, you know not but what I believe there is a better general head of game in Norfolk than in any other county in England.’

‘That’s what makes your hunting rather poor.’

‘Our hunting poor!  Why do you say it’s poor?’

‘So many of you are against preserving foxes.’

’I’ll tell you what, Captain Aylmer; I don’t know what pack you hunt with, but I’ll bet you a five- pound note that we killed more foxes last year than you did that is, taking three days a week.  Nine-and-twenty brace and a half in a short season I don’t call poor at all.’

Captain Aylmer saw that the man was waxing angry, and made no further allusion either to the glories or deficiencies of Norfolk.  As he could think of no other subject on which to speak at the spur of the moment, he sat himself down and took up a paper; Belton took up another, and so they remained till Clara made her appearance.  That Captain Aylmer read his paper is probable enough.  He was not a man easily disconcerted, and there was nothing in his present position to disconcert him.  But I feel sure that Will Belton did not read a word.  He was angry with this rival, whom he hated, and was angry with himself for showing his anger.  He would have wished to appear to the best advantage before this man, or rather before Clara in this man’s presence; and he knew that in Clara’s absence be was making such a fool of himself that he would be unable to recover his prestige.  He had serious thoughts within his own breast whether it would not be as well for him to get up from his seat and give Captain Aylmer a thoroughly good thrashing:  ’Drop into him and punch his head,’ as he himself would have expressed it.  For the moment such an exercise would give him immense gratification.  The final results would, no doubt, be disastrous; but then, all future results, as far as he could see them, were laden with disaster.  He was still thinking of this, eyeing the man from under the newspaper, and telling himself that the feat would probably be too easy to afford much enjoyment, when Clara re-entered the room.  Then he got up, acting on the spur of the moment got up quickly and suddenly, and began to bid her adieu.