Frank had never looked at his fortune in this light before, and was so
slow and green that he was not much delighted at the prospect now that
it was offered to him. He had always, however, been taught to look to
his cousins, the De Courcys, as men with whom it would be very
expedient that he should be intimate; he therefore showed no offence,
but changed the conversation.

'Shall you hunt with the Barsetshire this season, John? I hope you
will; I shall.'

'Well, I don't know. It's very slow. It's all tillage here, or else
woodland. I rather fancy I shall go to Leicestershire when the
partridge-shooting is over. What sort of a lot do you mean to come out
with, Frank?'

Frank became a little red as he answered, 'Oh, I shall have two,' he
said; 'that is, the mare I have had these two years, and the horse my
father gave me this morning.'

'What! only those two? and the mare is nothing more than a pony.'

'She is fifteen hands,' said Frank, offended.

'Well, Frank, I certainly would not stand that,' said the Honourable
John. 'What, go out before the county with one untrained horse and a
pony; and you the heir to Greshamsbury!'

'I'll have him trained before November,' said Frank, 'that nothing in
Barsetshire will stop him. Peter says'--Peter was the Greshamsbury
stud-groom--'that he tucks up his legs beautifully.'