“I don’t think it goes quite so far as that,” said Harold. “I expect it means that my sister has come to the end of her discoveries and she’s forced to fall back on you.”
“Oh, is that all?” Archie looked disappointed. “All? Isn’t it enough?” said Harold. “Why, you’re in luck if you let her discover you. I knew that her atheists couldn’t hold out. She used them up too quickly. One should he economical of one’s genuine atheists nowadays.”
“Great Godfrey! does she take me for an atheist?” shouted Archie.
“Did you ever hear of an atheist shooting pheasants?” said Harold. “Not likely. An atheist is a man that does nothing except talk, and talks about nothing except himself. Now, you’re asked to the shoot, aren’t you?”
“That’s in the invite anyway.”
“Of course. And that shows that you’re not taken for an atheist.”
“I’m glad of that. I draw the line at atheism,” Archie replied with a smile.
“I hope you’ll have a good time among the pheasants.”
“Do you suppose that I’ll go?”
“I’m sure you will. I may have thought you a bit of a fool before I came to know you, Archie—”