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"I thought we were talking about what was pretty to look at." "So we were. I'm as fond of pretty things as anybody. Do you know Reginald Dobbes?" "No, I don't. Is he pretty?" "He used to be so angry with Silverbridge, because Silverbridge would say Crummie-Toddie was ugly." "Was Crummie-Toddie ugly?" "Just a plain house on a moor." "That sounds ugly." "I suppose your family like pretty things?"
Jones, "who comes down to Crummie-Toddie without staying a day or two with me, will never be my friend any more. I do not hesitate to tell you, Lord Silverbridge, that I call for your surrender, in order that I may show my power over Reginald Dobbes. Are you a Dobbite?" "Not thorough-going," said Silverbridge.
Reginald Dobbes, who was very great at grouse, and supposed to be capable of outwitting a deer by venatical wiles more perfectly than any other sportsman in Great Britain, regarded Crummie-Toddie as the nearest thing there was to a Paradise on earth. Could he have been allowed to pass one or two special laws for his own protection, there might still have been improvement.
Of money he rarely spoke, sport being in his estimation the only subject worthy of a man's words. Such was Reginald Dobbes, who was now to be the master of the shooting at Crummie-Toddie. Crummie-Toddie was but twelve miles from Killancodlem, Mrs. Montacute Jones's highland seat; and it was this vicinity which first induced Lord Silverbridge to join the party.
Crummie-Toddie was in all respects suited for sport. Killancodlem, though it had the name of a shooting-place, certainly was not so. Men going there took their guns. Gamekeepers were provided and gillies, and, in a moderate quantity, game. On certain grand days a deer or two might be shot, and would be very much talked about afterwards.
But though Miss Boncassen has left us we are a very pleasant party, and surely you must be tired of such a place as Crummie-Toddie. If only for the sake of getting a good dinner once in a way do come over again. I shall be here yet for ten days. As they will not let me go back to Grex I don't know where I could be more happy.
But it would be pleasant to have a six-months run of flirting and love-making before this settlement, and he had certainly never seen any one with whom this would be so delightful as with Miss Boncassen. But that the two ladies should be at the same house was unfortunate. He and Gerald reached Crummie-Toddie late on the evening of August 11th, and found Reginald Dobbes alone.
Before dinner he drove himself back to Crummie-Toddie, and when he was taking his leave she shook hands with him with her usual pleasant smile. What Happened at Doncaster
As for Gerald, whom he had regarded as a boy, and who had offended him by saying that Crummie-Toddie was ugly, he was ready to go round the world for him. He had indoctrinated Gerald with all his ideas of a sportsman, even to a contempt for champagne and a conviction that tobacco should be moderated. The three lords too had proved themselves efficient, and the thing was going to be a success.
Only nothing has ever come right with me yet. What is Frank doing?" "I haven't seen him since he left Crummie-Toddie." "And your sister?" she whispered. "I know nothing about it at all." "And you? I have told you everything about myself." "As for me, I think of nothing but politics now. I have told you about my racing experiences. Just at present shooting is up.
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