But get away and look after your guests, sir." Lunch came just in time to save five hungry men from an undignified end.
The Glenavelin party looked on with amusement as the ravenous appetites were satisfied.

Mr.Stocks, in a huge good humour, talked discursively of sport.

He inquired concerning the morning's bag, and called up reminiscences of friends who had equalled or exceeded it.

Lewis was uncomfortable, for he felt that in common civility Mr.Stocks should have been asked to shoot.

He could not excuse himself with the plea of an unintentional omission, for he had heard reports of the gentleman's wonderful awkwardness with a gun, and he had not found it in his heart to spoil the sport of five keen and competent hands.
He dared not look at Alice, for his aunt's words had set his pulses beating hotly.