I was afraid that you had gone off to the wilds of America or somewhere in search of big game.

Do you know, Mr.Oscard, you are quite a celebrity?
I heard you called the 'big-game man' the other day, also the 'travelling fellow.'" The specimen smiled happily under this delicate handling.
"It is not," he said modestly, "a very lofty fame.

Anybody could let off a rifle." "I am afraid I could not," replied Millicent, with a pretty little shudder of horror, "if anything growled." "Mr.Oscard has just been telling me," interposed Lady Cantourne conversationally, "that he is thinking of going off to the wilds again." "Then it is very disappointing of him," said Millicent, with a little droop of the eyelids which went home.

"It seems to be only the uninteresting people who stay at home and live humdrum lives of enormous duration." "He seems to think that his friends are going to cast him off because his poor father died without the assistance of a medical man," continued the old lady meaningly.
"No--I never said that, Lady Cantourne." "But you implied it." Guy Oscard shook his head.

"I hate being a notoriety," he said.