"Yes; I would wait for it," said Aveline. "The truth is," said Mr. Haveloc, "I am no marksman, my sight is so bad that I could not distinguish a partridge on that walk."
"You say that only to teaze me;" said Aveline, "you can always see mamma when she comes out of the avenue."
"But then your mamma is something larger than a partridge," said Mr. Haveloc.
"Then I am to go without it, I suppose," said Aveline.
"No, for I will go to the next town and bring you one."
"And what shall I do without you all that while;" asked Aveline impatiently.
At this moment, Mr. Lindsay appeared at the drawing-room window, and joined the party on the lawn.
"What are you all caballing about," he asked.
"Aveline has a fancy for a partridge, Mr. Lindsay," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick; "how shall I get one?"
"I have brought one with me," said Mr. Lindsay, "I left it with your cook."