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By half-past six Lord Carthew and Hilary, having finished their improvised meal, strolled down the country road together, smoking, glad to stretch their legs after being so long in the saddle.
The former especially was in high glee because of mine host's deferential manner toward Hilary when he was told by Claud that his name was Lord Carthew.