"Well, it is a fine sport," said the general.
"I leave that to Jean Oullier, who has wonderful tact and patience in watching a covert."
"He is good at watching other game than foxes, your Jean Oullier," remarked the general.
"Yes, yes; he's clever at all game, no doubt."
"Marquis, I wish you would take a fancy to fox-hunting."
"Why?"
"Because England is the land for it; and I have a fancy that the air of England would be very good just now for you and your young ladies."
"Goodness!" said the marquis, sitting up in bed.
"Yes, I have the honor to tell you so, my dear host."
"Which means that you are advising me to emigrate? No, thank you."