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Altogether, Bragg overdid
the thing; and when Mr. Puffington, in the solitude of a winter's day, took
pen, ink, and paper, and drew out a 'balance sheet,' he found that on the
average of six brace of foxes to the season, they had cost him about three
hundred pounds a head killing. It was true that Bragg always returned five
or six and twenty brace; but that was as between Bragg and the public, as
between Bragg and his master the smaller figure was the amount.
Mr. Puffington had had enough of it, and he now thought if he could get Mr.
Sponge (who he still believed to be a sporting author on his travels) to
immortalize him, he might retire into privacy, and talk of 'when _I_ kept
hounds,' 'when _I_ hunted the country,' 'when _I_ was master of hounds _I_
did this, and _I_ did that,' and fuss, and be important as we often see
ex-masters of hounds when they go out with other packs. It was this
erroneous impression with regard to Mr. Sponge that took our friend to the
meet of Lord Scamperdale's hounds at Scrambleford Green, when he gave Mr.


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