Why do you need some land for a hunting-box? You know you’re always welcome to stay here.” Sir Penrith Southwood dug his hands into the pockets of his buckskin breeches as he stood before the blazing fire thawing from the day’s hunt. “It never crossed my mind to suggest you sell any of Oak Park to me,” his guest assured him, “and I appreciate your generous hospitality, Pen, but I have an itch to build something, and Leicestershire is the perfect spot. I’ve seldom had better hunting than these last two weeks.” “Lord, Assheton Smith does give one a good day, what?” “He’s one of the best masters I’ve ever ridden with. I thought the whole field would go round at that stile, but no, he took the bank and stile in two leaps.” “And you couldn’t resist the challenge?” Penrith grinned. “With him waving that handkerchief as though it were child’s play? You know me better, Pen.” Mr. Rushton stared meditatively at the hearth. “I wouldn’t need much land. A few acres would do.”
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