Frances Hodgson Burnett

A Lady of Quality illustrated Frances Hodgson Burnett

On a wintry morning at the close of 1690, the sun shining faint and red through a light fog, there was a great noise of baying dogs, loud voices, and trampling of horses in the courtyard at Wild airs Hall; Sir Jeffrey being about to go forth a-hunting, and being a man with a choleric temper and big, loud voice, and given to oaths and noise even when in good-humor, his riding forth with his friends at any time was attended with boisterous commotion.