"But I am fond of shooting."
"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?"
"Yes," she said; "yes,—to Tregear, could I have been as sure of a welcome for him as I am for you. Frank is in all respects the same as a brother to me. That would not have seemed odd;—I mean to myself."
"And has this been—odd,—to yourself?"
"Yes. Not that anybody else has felt it so. Only I,—and perhaps you. You felt it so?"