"
"Oh, the men are all right," Selina answered. "It's easy enough to know
them. Mr. Wensome trod on my dress the other day, and apologized as
though he'd torn it off my back, and the next day he gave me his seat in
the car. I always acknowledge him, and he's glad enough to come and
talk, but if his wife's with him, she looks straight ahead as though
every one else in the car were mummies."
Mr. Bullsom cut the end of a cigar thoughtfully, and motioned Louise to
get him a light.
"You see, your mother and I are getting on in life," he said, "and it's
a great thing to ask us to settle down in a place where there's no
slipping off down to the club in the evening, and no chance of a friend
dropping in for a chat. We've got to an age when we need some one to
talk to. I ain't going to say that a big house in the country isn't a
nice thing to have, and the gardens and that would be first-class. But
it's a big move, and it ain't to be decided about all in a hurry."
"Why, father, there's the shooting," Selina exclaimed. "You're fond of
that, and men will go anywhere for really good shooting, and make their
wives go, too.
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