"And I am
expected to shoot after having my nerves tortured like this! Who are
going with me? Rockminster and Lestrange? Well, they must understand
that I will not be hurried and flurried--I say I will not be hurried and
flurried. I don't want to fall down dead--my heart won't recover this
morning's work for months to come? God bless my soul, who asked that
insolent scoundrel to stay the night? And what's that, Waveney--the
ladies coming out to lunch? The ladies coming out to lunch on the
Twelfth--and the day half over; they must be out of their senses!"
"That is the arrangement," Captain Waveney said, with rather a rueful
laugh, as he, too, was lacing up his boots. "Lady Rosamund is going to
take a sketch of the luncheon-party."
"Let her take a sketch of the devil!" said this very angry and
inconsiderate papa. "Why can't she do it some other day?--why the
Twelfth? Good heavens! is everything conspiring to vex and annoy me so
that I sha'n't be able to hit a haystack?"
"Sir Hugh never says 'no' to anything that Lady Rosamund asks," observed
Captain Waveney, with much good-humor.
"Sir Hugh be--" And here Lord Fareborough expressed a wish about his
son-in-law and host that was probably only a figure of speech.
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