"I recollect," he said to her, "once hearing Lord Rockminster say that
until a man has gone deer-stalking he can have no idea what extremes of
misery a human being is capable of enduring."
"Lord Rockminster is incurably lazy," she said. "I think if you found
yourself riding along this strath some night about eight or nine
o'clock, knowing that away up among the hills you had left a stag of ten
or twelve points to be sent for and brought down the next morning--then
I think you wouldn't be reflecting on the discomforts you had gone
through, or, if you did, it would be with pride. Why," said she, "you
surely didn't come to the Highlands to play at private theatricals?"
"I get enough of the theatre in the South," he said, "as you may well
imagine."
But here was a bend of the river sheltered from the weltering sun by a
steep and wooded hill; and Miss Cunyngham, at old Robert's suggestion,
began work again. It was really most interesting to watch this graceful
casting; Lionel, sitting down on the heather and smoking a cigarette,
seemed to want no other occupation; he forgot what the object of
throwing a fly was, the throwing of the fly seemed to be enough in
itself.
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