Finn, [said the letter] of course you know
that Oswald is now master of the Brake hounds. Upon my
word, I think it is the place in the world for which he is
most fit. He is a great martinet in the field, and works
at it as though it were for his bread. We have been here
looking after the kennels and getting up the horses since
the beginning of August, and have been cub-hunting ever so
long. Oswald wants to know whether you won't come down to
him till the election begins in earnest.
We were so glad to hear that you were going to appear
again. I have always known that it would be so. I have
told Oswald scores of times that I was sure you would
never be happy out of Parliament, and that your real
home must be somewhere near the Treasury Chambers. You
can't alter a man's nature. Oswald was born to be a master
of hounds, and you were born to be a Secretary of State.
He works the hardest and gets the least pay for it; but
then, as he says, he does not run so great a risk of being
turned out.
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