The mystery of Ham and Eggs flashed across Martin's mind. The cult must not exclude woods.
"Aren't these trees wonderful," he said simply.
"I think they're awful, in the proper sense of the word. They make me excited and terrified and happy."
"Awful is the right word. Why did men spoil it?"
"We've managed to spoil most things."
"Will they begin shooting soon?" asked Freda after a pause.
"The beaters will be coming up soon."
"Why do people do it? It seems so unnecessary, so savage, somehow."
"So it is savage. That's just the point. It answers a need, I suppose. You wait till you hear an old cock pheasant come crashing down. There's something very satisfactory about the noise he makes."
"It's too horrible."