CHAPTER IV
IN FULL CRY
Riding to hounds is one of the few forms of sport which appeal to me, and I should like it better still if no fox or other creature were tortured.
On that point Dulcie and I had long been agreed; it was one of many questions upon which we saw eye to eye, for on some subjects our views differed.
“It seems to me grotesque,” I remember her saying to me once, “that we English should hold up our hands in horror at the thought of bull-fights, while so many of us take pleasure in the hateful business of the kill in fox-hunting.”
In reply I had explained to her that the art of diplomacy lies in seeing the beam in the other man’s eye and drawing attention to it, while blinding oneself to the mote in one’s own, and if possible convincing the other man that the mote does n
