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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.
Lord Gerald was a lad from the Universities; and Dobbes hated University lads. Popplecourt and Nidderdale were known to be efficient. They were men who could work hard and do their part of the required slaughter. Dobbes proudly knew that he could make up for some deficiency by his own prowess; but he could not struggle against three bad guns.
He had learned to regard himself as the arbiter of the fate of men while they were sojourning under the same autumnal roof as himself. But a defalcation which occurred immediately afterwards was worse. Silverbridge declared his intention of going over one morning to Killancodlem. Reginald Dobbes muttered a curse between his teeth, which was visible by the anger on his brow to all the party.
"It is a distinction," said the Duke bitterly. "He did not beat me by so much," continued Popplecourt. "I think Tregear did the best with his rifle. One morning he potted three. Dobbes was disgusted. He hated Tregear." "Isn't it stupid, half-a-dozen men getting together in that way?" asked Lady Cantrip. "Nidderdale is always jolly." "I am glad to hear that," said the mother-in-law.
"It will be a good thing when some She has got hold of you, my boy, so as to keep you in your proper place." "If you cannot withstand that sort of attraction you ought not to go in for shooting at all," said Dobbes. "I shouldn't wonder at his going," continued Nidderdale, "if we didn't all know that the American is no longer there. She has gone to Bath I think they say." "I suppose it's Mrs.
He would not understand that in sport as in other matters there was an ambition, driving a man on to excel always and be ahead of others. In spite of this Mr. Dobbes had cause for much triumph. It was going to be the greatest thing ever done by six guns in Scotland.
"I know nothing about myself as yet. But I don't think I shall go anywhere unless papa goes too." "Lady Cantrip has asked me to be at Custins in the middle of October. They say it is about the best pheasant-shooting in England." "Do you shoot much?" "A great deal. I shall be in Scotland on the Twelfth. I and Reginald Dobbes have a place together.
The shooting was in the west of Perthshire, known as Crummie-Toddie, and comprised an enormous acreage of so-called forest and moor. Mr. Dobbes declared that nothing like it had as yet been produced in Scotland. Everything had been made to give way to deer and grouse. The thing had been managed so well that the tourist nuisance had been considerably abated.
He could shoot well enough and was active, and when he was at the work seemed to like it; but he would stay away whole days by himself, and when spoken to would answer in a manner which seemed to Dobbes to be flat mutiny. "We are not doing it for our bread," said Tregear. "I don't know what you mean." "There's no duty in killing a certain number of these animals."
Scenery! To hear Mr. Dobbes utter the single word was as good as a play. Was it for such cockney purposes as those that Scotland had been created, fit mother for grouse and deer? Silverbridge arrived just before lunch, and was soon made to understand that it was impossible that he should go back that day. Mrs. Jones was very great on that occasion.
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