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"If you can kill the partridges which Middleton is going to send over in the next ten minutes," he said, "you could shoot anything of the sort that comes along in East Africa, with a catapult. If you will stand just a few paces there to the left, Henry, Terniloff by the gate, Stillwell up by the left-hand corner, Mangan next, Eddy next, and I shall be just beyond towards the oak clump.
To-night, you have other things to think about. You are going into the great places where I never penetrate. You have an hour to change and prepare. At eleven o'clock the Prince Von Terniloff will expect you." There had been a dinner party and a very small reception afterwards at the great Embassy in Carlton House Terrace.
This last week has been one of fierce excitements. Everything, almost your daily life, has been planned. We shall go over it within a day or so. Meanwhile, remember this. It is our great aim to keep England out of the war." "Terniloff is right, then, after all!" Dominey exclaimed. Seaman laughed scornfully.
"Our understanding is mutual," Terniloff declared. "What I have to say to you, therefore, is that I hope you will soon follow us to London and give me the opportunity of offering you the constant hospitality of Carlton House Gardens." "You are very kind, Prince," Dominey said.
"I love you to say that," she admitted, with a little sigh, "but it seems wrong somewhere. Look how cross the Duchess looks! Some one must have played the wrong card." Rosamund's farewells were not easily made; Terniloff especially seemed reluctant to let her go. She excused herself gracefully, however, promising to sit up a little later the next evening.
"You are not going to bury yourself in Norfolk, Sir Everard?" the Princess Terniloff enquired. "Norfolk is very near London these days," Dominey replied, "and I have experienced more than my share of solitude during the last few years. I hope to spend a portion of my time here." "You must dine with us one night," the Princess insisted, "and tell us about Africa. My husband would be so interested."
I'll see if I can flank them. You'll know where to put the guns, Squire." Dominey nodded. One and all the beaters were walking with most unaccustomed speed towards their destination. Their backs were towards the Black Wood. Terniloff came up to his host. "Have I, by chance, been terribly tactless?" he asked. Dominey shook his head. "You asked a perfectly natural question, Prince," he replied.
Their host spoke with such an absolute absence of emotion that every one was conscious of a curious reluctance to abandon a subject full of such fascinating possibilities. Terniloff was the only one, however, who made a suggestion. "We might have a battue in the wood," he proposed.
Dominey rose willingly to his feet, and the two men strolled away towards the first tee. "By the by," Terniloff asked, "what of our cheerful little friend Seaman? He ought to be busy just now." "Curiously enough, he is returning from Germany to-night," Dominey announced. "I expect him at Berkeley square. He is coming direct to me."
Arm in arm, Prince Terniloff and his host climbed the snow-covered slope at the back of a long fir plantation, towards the little beflagged sticks which indicated their stand. There was not a human being in sight, for the rest of the guns had chosen a steeper but somewhat less circuitous route.
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