"Yes; in white. But I brought you the pink because it is the greatest novelty."
"Bring me both kinds to-morrow."
"I will."
"And some of the heaths you were talking about."
"Yes; you shall have a splendid bouquet to-morrow."
"Your gardens will be quite devastated, Mr. Haveloc," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick.
"That will be of no consequence," he said.
"I wish, Mr. Haveloc," said Aveline, "that you would shoot me a partridge, I should like it for my dinner."
It was the first of September. Now if she had asked him to shoot her a golden eagle, it would have been just as much in his power. He was too near-sighted to shoot; and moreover he had not applied for permission to shoot any where that year. He looked to Mrs. Fitzpatrick for assistance.
"You know, my love," said her mother, "it could not be in time for your dinner to-day."