'Does Lady Mary like that sort of thing?'
'I think she was pleased with what she saw.
'She has been abroad a great deal before, I believe. It depends so
much on whom you meet when abroad.'
This was unfortunate because it recalled Tregear to the Duke's
mind. 'We saw very few people whom we knew,' he said.
'I've been shooting in Scotland with Silverbridge, and Gerald, and
Reginald Dobbes, and Nidderdale,--and that fellow Tregear, who is
so thick with Silverbridge.'
'Indeed!'
'I'm told that Lord Gerald is going to be the great shot of the
day,' said Lady Cantrip.
'It is a distinction,' said the Duke bitterly.
'He did not beat me by so much,' continued Popplecourt. 'I think
Tregear did the best with his rifle. One morning he potted three.
Dobbes was disgusted. He hated Tregear.'
'Isn't it stupid,--half-a-dozen men getting together in that way?'
asked Lady Cantrip.
'Nidderdale is always jolly.'
'I am glad to hear that,' said the mother-in-law.
'And Gerald is a regular brick.' the Duke bowed. 'Silverbridge
used always to be going off to Killancodlem, where there were a
lot of ladies.
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