“Are you the typical Englishman, only happy when you are killing something?”
He broke into sturdy disclaimer.
“You mean because I have come to shoot? I like the open air and the walking; as for results, I am absolutely indifferent.”
“But you go out with them to-morrow?” He said yes, and added quickly, without looking at her—
“Why else am I here?”
“True. Why else?” Anne said, speaking deliberately, and nibbling an almond. “To tell the truth, I thought it probable the inducement might not be sufficient. That was why I wrote.”
The answer “Your summons brought me,” rushed to his lips, and had to be driven back. He only ventured on, “And I have not thanked you,” and dashed in another direction. “Colonel Martyn looks almost happy. I expect this life is very congenial to him.”
“Nothing could be more so. He is out from morning to night, and can tell you the history of every hit and every miss, chapter and verse. Norway was wasted time in his life.”
“He has more heart than his wife,” said Wareham bluntly.
“You were speaking to her just now. Has that caused your criticism?”