"No, no!" he protested modestly. "It's bad. Not a single bull's-eye."
"Want of practice," said a voice near him.
Dorothy had slipped into the front ranks of the throng; and she had said it in the quiet tone of a connoisseur. The spectators laughed. The bearded gentleman presented her to the Count and Countess.
"Mademoiselle Dorothy, the directress of the circus."
"Is it as circus directress that mademoiselle judges a target or as an expert?" said the Count jocosely.
"As an expert."
"Ah, mademoiselle also shoots?"
"Now and then."
"Jaguars?"
"No. Pipe-bowls."