"Yes. I like it very much. Miss Linisfarne has many old novels in her library, but she will not let me read all of them."
"It is best to rely on her taste," said Dan, not relishing the idea of this innocent reading Richardson's contemporaries. "Are you fond of reading?"
"Not very. I prefer fishing or shooting."
"Who taught you to fish and shoot?"
"Tim and Parson Jarner. You don't know him, do you? He's a dear old man, and so fond of dogs and horses."
"Rather peculiar tastes for a clergyman."
"Why so?"
She opened her eyes wide at his remark, and as he had no wish to be the first to teach her worldly wisdom, Dan dismissed the subject.
"Never mind," said he, ambiguously; "I'll tell you another time. Don't you find it dull here?"
"Not at all! Why should I? There is always plenty to do. I swim and ride, and fish and shoot. I go across the moors with Parson Jarner; and I visit Miss Linisfarne two or three times a week. Besides, there are many things in the pine woods to give me pleasure."