I sometimes shoot; it is
not very stupid.'
'Then, in fact, I perceive that you are a heretic. Lord Faulconcourt,
his Grace is moralising on the barbarity of the chase.'
'Then he has never had the pleasure of hunting in company with Miss
Dacre.'
'Do you indeed follow the hounds?' asked the Duke.
'Sometimes do worse, ride over them; but Lord Faulconcourt is fast
emancipating me from the trammels of my frippery foreign education,
and I have no doubt that, in another season, I shall fling off quite in
style.'
'You remember Mr. Annesley?' asked the Duke.
'It is difficult to forget him. He always seemed to me to think that the
world was made on purpose for him to have the pleasure of "cutting" it.'
'Yet he was your admirer!'
'Yes, and once paid me a compliment. He told me it was the only one that
he had ever uttered.'
'Oh, Charley, Charley! this is excellent. We shall have a tale when we
meet. What was the compliment?'
'It would be affectation in me to pretend that I have forgotten it.
Nevertheless, you must excuse me.'
'Pray, pray let me have it!'
'Perhaps you will not like it?'
'Now, I must hear it.
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