“Yes, since I saw you shooting. In things of this sort one generally sees people missing and simpering.” “I suppose you are a first-rate shot with a rifle.” (Pause, during which Gwendolen, having taken a rapid observation of Grandcourt, made a brief graphic description of him to an indefinite hearer.) “I have left off shooting.” “Oh, then, you are a formidable person. People who have done things once and left them off make one feel very contemptible, as if one were using cast-off fashions. I hope you have not left off all follies, because I practice a great many.” (Pause, during which Gwendolen made several interpretations of her own speech.) “What do you call follies?” “Well, in general, I think, whatever is agreeable is called a folly. But you have not left off hunting, I hear.” (Pause, wherein Gwendolen recalled what she had heard about Grandcourt’s position, and decided that he was the most aristocratic-looking man she had ever seen.) “One must do something.” “And do you care about the turf?—or is that among the things you have left off?” (Pause, during which Gwendolen thought that a man of extremely calm, cold manners might be less disagreeable as a husband than other men, and not likely to interfere with his wife’s preferences.) “I run a horse now and then; but I don’t go in for the thing as some men do. Are you fond of horses?” “Yes, indeed; I never like my life so well as when I am on horseback, having a great gallop. I think of nothing. I only feel myself strong and happy.” (Pause, wherein Gwendolen wondered whether Grandcourt would like what she said, but assured herself that she was not going to disguise her tastes.) “Do you like danger?” “I don’t know. When I am on horseback I never think of danger. It seems to me that if I broke my bones I should not feel it. I should go at anything that came in my way.” (Pause during which Gwendolen had run through a whole hunting season with two chosen hunters to ride at will.) “You would perhaps like tiger-hunting or pig-sticking. I saw some of that for a season or two in the East. Everything here is poor stuff after that.” “_You_ are fond of danger, then?” (Pause, wherein Gwendolen speculated on the probability that the men of coldest manners were the most adventurous, and felt the strength of her own insight, supposing the question had to be decided.) “One must have something or other. But one gets used to it.” “I begin to think I am very fortunate, because everything is new to me: it is only that I can’t get enough of it. I am not used to anything except being dull, which I should like to leave off as you have left off shooting.” (Pause, during which it occurred to Gwendolen that a man of cold and distinguished manners might possibly be a dull companion; but on the other hand she thought that most persons were dull, that she had not observed husbands to be companions—and that after all she was not going to accept Grandcourt.) “Why are you dull?”