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"You are afraid of Reginald Dobbes," she said severely. "I think I am rather." "Of course you are. How came it to pass that you of all men should submit yourself to such a tyrant?" "Good shooting, you know," said Silverbridge. "But you dare not call an hour your own or your soul. Mr. Dobbes and I are sworn enemies.
Silverbridge brought his brother and Frank Tregear, having refused a most piteous petition on the subject from Major Tifto. With Popplecourt of course came Reginald Dobbes, who was, in truth, to manage everything, and Lord Nidderdale, whose wife had generously permitted him this recreation.
"Only a man may have enough of it." "Too much, if he is subject to Dobbes, as Dobbes likes them to be. Gerald likes it." "Did you think it odd," she said after a pause, "that I should ask you to come over again?" "Was it odd?" he replied. "That is as you may take it. There is certainly no other man in the world to whom I would have done it." "Not to Tregear?"
"I told you no lie," said Gerald. "You've only missed two birds all the morning, and you have shot forty-two. That's uncommonly good sport." "What have you done?" "Only forty," and Mr. Dobbes seemed for the moment to be gratified by his own inferiority. "You are a deuced sight better than your brother." "Gerald's about the best shot I know," said Silverbridge. "Why didn't he tell?"
"Look at Killancodlem," Dobbes had been heard to say "a very fine house for ladies to flirt in; but if you find a deer within six miles of it I will eat him first and shoot him afterwards." There was a Spartan simplicity about Crummie-Toddie which pleased the Spartan mind of Reginald Dobbes. "Ugly, do you call it?" "Infernally ugly," said Lord Gerald. "What did you expect to find?
"Dobbes used to declare that he was always pretending to read poetry." "Mr. Tregear never pretends anything." "Do you know him?" asked the rival. "He is my brother's most particular friend." "Ah! yes. I dare say Silverbridge has talked to you about him. I think he's a stuck-up sort of fellow." To this there was not a word of reply. "Where did your brother pick him up?"
"Can you shoot?" he said afterwards to Lord Gerald. "I can fire off a gun, if you mean that," said Gerald. "You have never shot much?" "Not what you call very much. I'm not so old as you are, you know. Everything must have a beginning." Mr. Dobbes wished "the beginning" might have taken place elsewhere; but there had been some truth in the remark.
Popplecourt, Nidderdale, and Gerald Palliser were there also, very obedient, and upon the whole efficient. Tregear was intractable, occasional, and untrustworthy. He was the cause of much trouble to Mr. Dobbes. He would entertain a most heterodox and injurious idea that, as he had come to Crummie-Toddie for amusement, he was not bound to do anything that did not amuse him.
A big hotel, and a lot of cockneys? If you come after grouse, you must come to what the grouse thinks pretty." "Nevertheless, it is ugly," said Silverbridge, who did not choose to be "sat upon." "I have been at shootings in Scotland before, and sometimes they are not ugly. This I call beastly." Whereupon Reginald Dobbes turned upon his heel and walked away.
"Because you were angry when we said the place was ugly." "I see all about it," said Dobbes. "Nevertheless when a fellow comes to shoot he shouldn't complain because a place isn't pretty. What you want is a decent house as near as you can have it to your ground. If there is anything in Scotland to beat Crummie-Toddie I don't know where to find it.
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