The match took place on the final day of the Gloucestershire Festival of Polo, at the Beaufort Polo Club.
The old sarcophagi and heavy tablets of the historic Beaufort families stood side by side with plain wooden crosses.
The sorrow Mr. Beaufort had not relieved was now at his own hearth.
If what Connie attributed to Beaufort Chance were true, it was by no means fair play.
Mrs. Beaufort, who was waiting his return from his club, was in the dining-room.
"Really, you take such a very odd view of the matter," said Mr. Beaufort, exceedingly shocked.
Mrs. Beaufort, languid and afflicted with headache, said little.
The chapel at the north side of the burial ground occupies the site of the old stables of Beaufort House.
Now then, Mr. Beaufort, we have the witness, but will that suffice us?
Mr. Punch drinks to his Grace of Beaufort in a cup of Badminton.