"Yes, ever so much more."
"To be your good comrade, Toney, isn't a sinecure, you know!"
"If you really took up 'the Path of Perfection' you'd have to beg your daily bread, uncle! I can't see you doing it at all!" and Toney actually laughed in spite of her sore heart.
"You're not good enough yet, uncle, but listen, have you ever shot lions?"
"Nothing bigger than a pheasant—not my line, I'm sure the lions would make a meal of me before I had time to aim at the right place."
"You know Mr. Waycott is going to shoot lions in Somaliland. Maud thinks it all right, and is very unselfish about it."
"Are you sure about Maud?" said Sir Evas scraping his muddy boots, a custom he feared to forget, as Lady Dove might be looking out of the window.
"Of course! I've promised to look after her, but, uncle, I want him to have awfully good rifles and all the right things for shooting wild beasts. The kit is tremendously expensive. Couldn't you run up and order it for him and pretend it's your present? You know he's done a lot for my affairs and it's difficult to——"
"Oh, I see; well, I was going to town. I'll go after the wedding and spend a night there."
"He's at Charing Cross Hotel. You might stay there too——"