Sir Henry's face lit up.

He drew from his pocket a small, brown paper parcel.
"I don't mind telling you," he confided as he cut the string, "that I don't think there's another sport like it in the world.

I have tried most of them, too.

When I was a boy I was all for shooting, perhaps because I could never get enough.

Then I had a season or two at Melton, though I was never much of a horseman.