"You love hunting?"
"Passionately."
"What kind?"
"All kinds."
"But there must be one kind you prefer?"
"Yes, boar-hunting. That reminds me most of hunting the Blues."
"Thanks."
"Boars and Blues,--they both charge alike."
"What do you say to fox-hunting?"
"Peuh!" exclaimed the marquis, sticking out his underlip like a prince of the House of Austria.