It was Forbes's
opinion, based on the scene of the previous evening, that there might be
a good deal of wooing to be done.
* * * * *
"There are so many things I wanted to show you--and to talk about!" said
Oliver Marsham, confidentially, to Diana, in the hall after
breakfast--"but this horrid shoot will take up all the day! If the
weather is not too bad, I think some of the ladies meant to join us at
luncheon. Will you venture?"
His tone was earnest; his eyes indorsed it. Diana hoped it might be
possible to come. Marsham lingered beside her to the last minute; but
presently final orders had to be given to keepers, and country neighbors
began to arrive.
"They do the thing here on an enormous scale," said Bobbie Forbes,
lounging and smoking beside Diana; "it's almost the biggest shoot in the
county. Amusing, isn't it?--in this Radical house. Do you see that
man McEwart?"
Diana turned her attention upon the young member of Parliament who had
arrived the night before--plain, sandy-haired, with a long flat-backed
head, and a gentlemanly manner.
"I suspect a good deal's going on here behind the scenes," said Bobbie,
dropping his voice.
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