"I'm awfully glad of that," said she; and the soft, clear hazel eyes repeated her words in their own transparent way.
"I remembered all your instructions," he continued (and he was in no hurry that Miss Cunyngham should go on to the luncheon-party; while old Robert stood patiently by). "And I was very fortunate in getting easy shots. Then when I did miss, either Sir Hugh or Captain Waveney was sure to get the bird? I never saw such smart shooting."
"What have you done?"
"Altogether?"
"Yes."
"I don't know. The panniers are being emptied, to make a show for Lady Rosamund's sketch. I fancy there are close on sixty brace of grouse, with some blue hares and a snipe and a wild duck."
"What has Lord Fareborough's party done?"
"I don't know? they have just shown up—so you needn't hurry on unless you are hungry."
"But I am—very hungry," said she, with a laugh. "I have been hard at work all the morning."
"Oh, in that case," he said, eagerly, "by all means come along, and I'll get you something at once. You and I needn't wait for the emptying of the other panniers. Oh, yes, that will do first-rate; I'm a duffer at shooting, you know, Miss Cunyngham, but I'm a splendid forager at a picnic. Let me carry the gaff for you."