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Shooting is shooting you know, and touring is touring." Upon that he took very kindly to Lord Gerald, who, even after the arrival of the other men, was second only in skill to Dobbes himself. With Nidderdale, who was an old companion, he got on very well.
Montacute Jones is cut to the heart because you have not been over to see her again, and she says that it is lamentable to think that such a man as Reginald Dobbes should have so much power over you. "Only twelve miles," she says, "and he knows that we are here!" I told her that you knew Miss Boncassen was gone.
According to arrangement made they returned to the house for lunch, it being their purpose not to go far from home till their numbers were complete. As they came over the bridge and put down their guns near the door, Mr. Dobbes spoke the first good-humoured word they had heard from his lips. "Why did you tell me such an infernal , I would say lie, only perhaps you mightn't like it?"
I am very fond of 'When in death I shall calm recline. I think this equal to anything. Reginald Dobbes would have it that poetry is all bosh." "Then I think that Mr. Reginald Dobbes must be all bosh himself." "There was a man there named Tregear who had brought some books." Then there was a pause. Lady Mary had not a word to say.
Dobbes had determined to be cross, because, as he thought, the young men would certainly keep him waiting; and was cross because by their punctuality they robbed him of any just cause for offence. During the morning on the moor they were hardly ever near enough each other for much conversation, and very little was said.
"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?"
"And Gerald is a regular brick." The Duke bowed. "Silverbridge used always to be going off to Killancodlem, where there were a lot of ladies. He is very sweet, you know, on this American girl whom you have here." Again the Duke winced. "Dobbes is awfully good as to making out the shooting, but then he is a tyrant. Nevertheless I agree with him, if you mean to do a thing you should do it."
"I shall be back to-night, you know," said Silverbridge. "A lot of men and women who pretend to come there for shooting," said Dobbes angrily, "but do all the mischief they can." "One must go and see one's friends, you know." "Some girl!" said Dobbes. But worse happened than the evil so lightly mentioned.
I miss, not my comforts, but a certain knowledge of how things are going on, which comes to us I think through our skins when we are at home. A feeling of absence pervades me. Otherwise I like it. And you; what have you been doing?" "Shooting a little," said Silverbridge, in a mooncalf tone. "Shooting a great deal, if what I see in the newspapers be true about Mr. Reginald Dobbes and his party.
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.
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