"If we start at five that will be early enough." "Quite early enough," said Lady Laura.
Phineas went off to the mountains, and shot his grouse, and won his match, and eat his luncheon.

Mr.Bonteen, however, was not beaten by much, and was in consequence somewhat ill-humoured.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," said Mr.Bonteen, "I'll back myself for the rest of the day for a ten-pound note." Now there had been no money staked on the match at all,--but it had been simply a trial of skill, as to which would kill the most birds in a given time.

And the proposition for that trial had come from Mr.
Bonteen himself.

"I should not think of shooting for money," said Phineas.
"And why not?
A bet is the only way to decide these things." "Partly because I'm sure I shouldn't hit a bird," said Phineas, "and partly because I haven't got any money to lose." "I hate bets," said Mr.Kennedy to him afterwards.

"I was annoyed when Bonteen offered the wager.