'Now is the time for shooting to advantage,' said Lord Fettercairn, who knew by old experience that when the afternoon shadows, and more especially those of evening, begin to lengthen, the slopes of the hills are seen better, that the birds, too, lie better, and that as the air becomes more fresh and cool, men can shoot with greater care and deliberation than in the heat of noon. But Hammersley, full of his own thoughts, full of the image of Finella and that tale-telling glance they had exchanged, missed nearly every bird, to the great exultation of Shafto, who made an incredible number of bad and clumsy jokes thereon--jokes which the young Englishman heard with perfect indifference and equanimity. Shafto, however, scarcely foresaw the result of the next day's expedition, and certainly Hammersley did not do so either. CHAPTER XIV. THE TWO FINELLAS. Next day, when the grouse-shooting had been in progress for an hour or two, a mishap occurred to Hammersley. He twisted his ankle in a turnip-field, fell heavily on one side, and staggered up too lame to take further share in the sport for that day at least. 'When Finella comes with the lunch in the pony-phaeton, she will drive you home,' said Lord Fettercairn, who then desired one of the beaters to give Hammersley the assistance of an arm to the well, where the repast was to be laid out as before. When Shafto saw his rival limping he was delighted, and thought, 'This will mar his waltzing for a time at least;' but he was less delighted when he heard of Lord Fettercairn's natural suggestion. 'It is likely a cunning dodge,' was his next thought, 'to get a quiet drive with her to Craigengowan.' And Finella's look and exclamation of alarm and interest were not lost upon him when she arrived and found Hammersley seated on the grass by the side of the well, and saw the difficulty with which he rose to greet her, propping himself upon his unloaded gun as he did so; and soft, indeed, was the blush of pleasure that crossed her delicate face when she heard of 'grandpapa's arrangement;' and certainly it met, secretly, with the entire approbation of Hammersley, who anticipated with delight the drive home with such a companion. After a time the luncheon--though skilfully protracted by Shafto--was over, and Finella and her 'patient' were together in the phaeton, and she, with a smile and farewell bow, whipped up her petted ponies, Flirt and Fairy, whom every day she fed with apples and carrots.