He and I are going round the Home Farm to pick up a few birds if we can, and see what the coverts look like.

The stock has all run down, and the place has been poached to death.

But he thinks if we take on an extra man in the spring, and spend a little on rearing, we shall do pretty decently next year." The colour leapt to Marcella's cheek as she tied on her hat.
"You will set up another keeper, and you won't do anything for the village ?" she cried, her black eyes lightening, and without another word she opened the French window and walked rapidly away along the terrace, leaving her father both angered and amazed.
A man like Richard Boyce cannot get comfortably through life without a good deal of masquerading in which those in his immediate neighbourhood are expected to join.

His wife had long since consented to play the game, on condition of making it plain the whole time that she was no dupe.

As to what Marcella's part in the affair might be going to be, her father was as yet uneasily in the dark.