Then he went
If Archie went on like that much longer, he and I should quarrel. Vicarious morality is a variety of the article to which the most liberal-minded inevitably objects.
CHAPTER XX.
[THE NEWS FROM TOWN.]
I woke up feeling as fresh as a daisy. When Burton drew up the blinds the sun came gleaming through the bedroom windows.
"There's been a slight frost, sir, but I think it's going to be a clear day."
From where I lay in bed the sky looked cloudless.
"It seems just the morning for a shoot."
"I think it is a shooting day, sir--there's no wind, and a good light."
As Burton said, it was a shooting day. When I had dressed I went straight down on to the terrace. There was a slight nip in the air, and the faintest whisper of a breeze. It was the sort of day which makes one feel that it is good to be alive. I seemed to be the first one down. I never felt more fit. I stood there drinking in great draughts of the clear, cool air, with greater relish than I ever drank champagne. If one always lived in such an atmosphere, with plenty of money in one's pockets, one could afford to be a model of all the virtues.