"What else should I call you?" said Jack; "Mr. Kennedy has been
telling me that one should call people by whatever name seems
natural. You are a Miss to-day, and no mistake. You are at some
game or other!"

"Now, Jack, be quiet!" said Mrs. Graves; "that is how the British
paterfamilias gets made. You must not begin to make your womankind
uncomfortable in public. You must not think aloud. You must keep up
the mysteries of chivalry!"

"I don't care for mysteries," said Jack, "but I'll behave. My
father says one mustn't seethe the kid in its mother's milk. I will
leave Miss to her conscience."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" said Mrs. Graves to Howard.

"Yes, I'm afraid I did," said Howard, "very much indeed."

"Some book I read the other day," said Mrs. Graves, "stated that
men ought to do primeval things, eat under-done beef, sleep in
their clothes, drink too much, kill things. It sounds disgusting;
but I suppose you felt primeval?"

"I don't know what it was," said Howard. "I felt very well
content."

"My word, he can shoot!" said Jack to Mrs. Graves; "I'm a perfect
duffer beside him; he shot four-fifths of the bag, and there's a
perfect mountain of rabbits to come in."