But the license was seven-and-sixpence, and I haven't got seven-and-sixpence; also he has an excellent home with that stuffy old woman, if a dull one, for he must miss his walk.

Oh! it's you, Anthony.

What are you doing here at this time of night?
Your father told me you had a bad cold and there's so much sickness about.

You should be careful, Anthony, you know you're not too strong, none of you Arnotts are.

Well, I suppose you are shooting, and most young men will risk a great deal in order to kill God's other creatures." The person addressed, a tall, broad-shouldered, rather pale young man of about twenty-one, remarkable for his large brown eyes and a certain sweet expression which contrasted somewhat oddly with the general manliness of his appearance, lifted his cap and answered: "No, Mr.Walrond, I am not shooting to-night.