Siward took it for granted that a man belonged where he was to be met; and all he cared about was to find him civil, whether he happened to be a policeman or a master of fox-hounds.
He was, now that he knew Plank, contented to accept him anywhere he met him; but Plank's upward evolutions upon the social ladder were of no interest to him, and his naive snobbery was becoming something of a bore.
So Siward directed the conversation into other channels, and Plank, accepting another cup of tea, became very communicative about his stables and his dogs, and the preservation of game; and after a while, looking up confidently at Siward, he said: "Do you think it beastly to drive pheasants the way I did at Black Fells?
I have heard that you were disgusted." "It isn't my idea of a square deal," said Siward frankly.
"That settles it, then." "But you should not let me interfere with--" "I'll take your opinion, and thank you for it.

It didn't seem to me to be the thing; only it's done over here, you know.

The De Coursay's and the--" "Yes, I know.

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Glad you feel that way about it, Plank.