Dopsy and Mopsy gushed and laughed and declared it was just the scene for a murder, or a duel, or something dreadful and dramatic. The dogs ran into all manner of perilous places, and had to be called away from the verge of instant death.
"Are you fond of aristocratic society. Miss Vandeleur?" asked Angus.
Mopsy pleaded guilty to a prejudice in favour of the Upper Ten.
"Then allow me to tell you that you were never in the company of so many duchesses and countesses in your life as you are at this moment."
Mopsy looked mystified, until Miss Bridgeman explained that these were the names given to slates of particular sizes, great stacks of which stood on either side of them ready for shipment.
"How absurd," exclaimed Mopsy.
"Everything must have a name, even the slate that roofs your scullery."
From the quarry they strolled across the fields to the high road, and the gate of the farm which contains within its boundary the wonderful waterfall called St. Nectan's Kieve.
They met the sportsmen coming out of the hollow with well-filled game-bags.
Leonard was in high spirits.