"I have a message for Nora." "Righto!" said her husband, throwing his wife a look which she refused utterly to notice.

"But remember you must not be long.

We cannot lose the evening shoot, eh, what ?" "Oh, just a moment will do," said his wife.
At the door Nora greeted them.

"Oh, you lucky people--guns and a dog, and a day like this," she cried.
"Come along--lots of room--take my gun," said Mr.Waring-Gaunt.
"Don't tempt me, or I shall come." "Tell us what is your weakness, Miss Nora," said Jack.

"How can we get you to come ?" "My weakness ?" cried the girl eagerly, "you all are, and especially your dear Sweeper dog there." She put her arms around the neck of the beautiful setter, who was frantically struggling to get out to her.
"Sweeper, lucky dog, eh, Jack, what ?" said Mr.Waring-Gaunt, with a warm smile of admiration at the wholesome, sun-browned face.