How did you manage to break the statues and chip the walls so outrageously ?" Trefusis took a newspaper from the table and said, "Listen to this: 'In spite of the unfavorable nature of the weather, the sport of the Emperor and his guests in Styria has been successful.

In three days 52 chamois and 79 stags and deer fell to 19 single-barrelled rifles, the Emperor allowing no more on this occasion.' "I share the Emperor's delight in shooting, but I am no butcher, and do not need the royal relish of blood to my sport.

And I do not share my ancestors' taste in statuary.

Hence--" Here Trefusis opened a drawer, took out a pistol, and fired at the Hebe in the farthest niche.
"Well done!" said Erskine coolly, as the last fragment of Hebe's head crumbled at the touch of the bullet.
"Very fruitlessly done," said Trefusis.

"I am a good shot, but of what use is it to me?
None.