Sylvia was attentive, curious, and instinctively shrinking by turns, secretly dismayed at the overplainness of terms employed in kennel lore by the girl at her side.
The conversation veered toward the Sagamore pup.

Marion explained that Siward was too busy to do any Southern shooting, which was why he was glad to have her polish Sagamore on Jersey woodcock.
"I thought it was not good for a dog to be used by anybody except his master," said Sylvia carelessly.
"Only second-raters suffer.

Besides, I have shot enough, now, with Mr.
Siward to use his dog as he does." "He is an agreeable shooting companion, smiled Sylvia.
"He is perfect," answered Marion coolly.

"The only test for a thoroughbred is the field.

He rings true." They exchanged carefully impersonal views on Siward's good qualities for a moment or two; then Marion said bluntly: "Do you know anything in particular about that Patroons Club affair ?" "No," said Sylvia, "nothing in particular." "Neither do I; and I don't care to; I mean, that I don't care what he did; and I wish that gossiping old Major would stop trying to hint it to me." "My uncle!" "Oh! I forgot.