“No, I sincerely hope not, as I have no weapon but your parasol. Joking apart, you are perfectly safe. This”—with a wave of the aforesaid parasol—“is not their style of hunting-ground.”
“And what is their style, as you call it?”
“Oh, lots of high grass and jungle, in a cattle country.”
“Have you shot many tigers?”
“Two last month. My friend and I had rather good sport down in Travancore.”
“I suppose you live out here?”
“No, I have only been about six months in the country.”
“I wish I had been six months in India.”
“May I ask why?”
“Certainly you may. Because I would be going home in six months more.”