"Mr.Jack Kirkby caught me at it, too, half an hour ago." His lordship's senses had not even now quite returned.

He still stared at them innocently like a child, cleared his throat once or twice, and finally stood up.
"Jack Kirkby, so it is! How do, Jack?
And Jenny?
"That's who we are," said Jenny.

"Are you sure you're quite recovered ?" "Recovered! Eh--!" (He emitted a short laugh.) "Sit down.

There's chairs somewhere." Jack hooked out a couple that were leaning folded against the low wall of yew beneath the window and set them down.
"Have a cigar, Jack ?" "No, thanks." They were on good terms--these two.

Jack shot really well, and was smart and deferential.