to lunch, my wife and all. Well, poor thing, she couldn't help it.
Had to come with the rest, I suppose. But it's mean of CHALMERS--I
swear it is. He ought not to have allowed it. And then, never to
let on about it to us. Well, my day's spoilt, if they come on with
us afterwards. I couldn't shoot an ostrich sitting with a woman
chattering: to me. Miss CHICKWEED's got her eye on you. LLOYD. She's
marked you. No good trying to do a ramp. You're nailed, my boy,
nailed!

_Lloyd._ Hang Miss CHICKWEED! She half killed me last night with all
kinds of silly questions. Asked me to be sure and bring her home a
rocketing rabbit, because she'd heard they were very valuable. Why
can't the women stay at home?

[_They walk on moodily._

_A few minutes later. Lunch has just begun._

_Miss Chickweed_ (_middle-aged, but skittish_). Oh, you naughty men,
how long you have kept us waiting! Now, Captain LLOYD, did you shoot
really well? Or, were you thinking of--Well, perhaps I oughtn't to
say. See how discreet I am. But do tell me, all of you, _exactly_ how
many birds you shot--I do so like to hear about it. You begin, Captain
LLOYD. How many did you shoot? (_Without waiting for an answer._) I'm
sure you must have shot a dozen. Yes, I guess a dozen. And, oh, do
give me a feather for my hat! It will be so nice to have a _real_
feather to put in it. And we've got such a treat for you. MARY, you
tell them. No, I'll tell them myself. If you're all _very_ good at
lunch, we're going to walk with you a little afterwards. There!