There were two other women whom she knew slightly, who had driven up half an hour before.
Everything was quite perfect--down even to hot grilled grouse that emerged from emblazoned silver boxes, and hot black coffee poured from "Thermos" flasks.

Jenny asked intelligent questions and made herself agreeable.
At the close of lunch she found herself somehow sitting on a small rock beside Dick.

Lord Talgarth was twenty yards away, his gaitered legs very wide apart, surveying the country and talking to the keeper.

Her father was looking down the barrels of his rather ineffective gun, and Archie, with three or four other men and two women, a wife and a sister, was smoking with his back against a rock.
"Shall you be in to-morrow ?" asked Dick casually.
Jenny paused an instant.
"I should think so!" she said.

"I've got one or two things to do." "Perhaps I may look in?
I want to talk to you about something if I may." "Shan't you be shooting again ?" "No; I'm not very fit and shall take a rest." Jenny was silent.
"About what time ?" pursued Dick.
Jenny roused herself with a little start.