“Yes, please, if Mr. Smythe will only keep still. I know I can never hit anything if he talks.”

“I’m mum!” he answered.

The first shot went wild. So, indeed, the second and third.

“There! What did I tell you?” cried Marion petulantly.

“But I didn’t say a word!” protested Smythe.

“What were you thinking, then?”

“What a charming Diana––”

“Don’t think any more, please!”

“But I can’t stop thinking!”

“In that case you’d better talk. You certainly talk enough without thinking.”