Alcoholics -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Alcoholism -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"Yes, at once."
She went away, smiling and kissing her hand, hoping with an intensity
of hope which burned within her like a flame, that when the doctor came
and talked to Gilbert as had been arranged, the past might be wiped out
and a new life begun in this quiet village of East England.
In a minute there was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Come in," Gilbert called out.
Tumpany entered.
Upon the red face of that worthy person there was a grin of sheer
delight as he made his bow and scrape.
Then he held up his right arm. He was grasping a leash of mallard, and
the metallic blue-green and white upon the wings of the ducks shone in
the sun.
Gilbert leapt in his bed, and then put his hand to his bandaged head
with a half groan.--"Good God!" he cried, "how the deuce did you get
those?"
"First of August, sir. Wildfowling begins!"
"Heavens! so it is. I ought to have been out! I never thought about the
date. Damn you for pitching me out of the dog-cart, William!"
"Yessir! You've told me so before," Tumpany answered, his face
reflecting the smile upon his master's.
"What are they, flappers?"
"No, sir, mature birds. I was out on the marshes before daylight. The
birds were coming off the meils--and North Creake flat. First day since
February, sir! You know what I was feeling like!"
"Don't I, oh, don't I, by Jove! Now tell me. What were you using?"
"Well, sir, I thought I would fire at nothing but duck on the first
day. Just to christen the day, sir. So I used five and a half and
smokeless diamond. Your cartridges."
"What gun?"
"Well, I used my old pigeon gun, sir. It's full choke, both barrels and
on the meils it's always a case of long shots."
"Why didn't you have one of my guns? The long-chambered twelve, or the
big Greener ten-bore--they're there in the cupboard in the gun room,
you've got the key! Did a whole sord of mallard come over, or were
those three stragglers?"
"A sord, sir. The two drakes were right and left shots and this duck
came down too. As I said to the mistress just now, 'last year,' I said,
'Mr. Gilbert and I were out for two mornings after the first of August
and we never brought back nothing but a brace of curlew--and now here's
a leash of duck, M'm.'"
"If you'd had a bigger gun, and a sord came over, you'd have got a bag,
William! Why the devil didn't you take the ten-bore?"
"Well, sir, I won't say as I didn't go and have a look at 'im in the
gun room--knowing how they're flighting just now and that a big gun
would be useful. But with you lying in bed I couldn't do it. So I went
out and shot just for the honour of the house, as it were."
"Well, I shall be up in a day or two, William, and I'll see if I can't
wipe your eye!"
"I hope you will, sir, I'm sure. There's quite a lot of mallard about,
early as it is."
"I'll get among them soon, Tumpany!"
"Yessir--the Mistress I think, sir, and the doctor."
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