They say it is about the best pheasant shooting in
England.'
'Do you shoot much?'
'A great deal. I shall be in Scotland on the Twelfth. I and
Reginald Dobbs have a place together. I shall get to my own
partridges on the first of September. I always manage that.
Popplecourt is in Suffolk, and I don't think any man in England
can beat me for partridges.'
'What do you do with all you slay?'
'Leadenhall Market. I make it pay,--or very nearly. Then I shall
run back to Scotland for the end of the stalking, and I can easily
manage to be at Custins by the middle of October. I never touch my
own pheasants till November.'
'Why are you so abstemious?'
'The birds are heavier and it answer better. But if I thought you
would be at Custins it would be much nicer.' Lady Mary again told
him that as yet she knew nothing of her father's autumn
movements.
But at the same time the Duke was arranging his autumn movements,
or at any rate those of his daughter. Lady Cantrip had told him
that the desirable son-in-law had promised to go to Custins, and
suggested that he and Mary should also be there.
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