_This_ is what I get this morning! Pig! Well, I sha’n’t be in if he does come--I can just see him pulling himself together once temptation (it makes me think of Malcolm!), is out of his way; he no doubt feels he has had an escape, as I am nobody very grand. The letters come early here, as everywhere, but in a bag which only Mr. Montgomerie can open, and one has to wait until everyone is seated at breakfast before he produces the key, and deals them all out. Mr. Carruthers’ was the only one for me, and it had “Branches” on the envelope, which attracted Mr. Montgomerie’s attention, and he began to “Bur-r-r-r,” and hardly gave me time to read it before he commenced to ask questions _à propos_ of the place, to get me to say what the letter was about. He is a curious man. “Carruthers is a capital fellow, they tell me--er--You had better ask him over quietly, Katherine, if he is all alone at Branches”--this with one eye on me in a questioning way. I remained silent. “Perhaps he is off to London, though?” I pretended to be busy with my coffee. “Best pheasant shoot in the county, and a close borough under the old _régime_; hope he will be more neighbourly--er--suppose he must shoot ’em before December?” I buttered my toast. Then the “Bur-r-r-rs” began!! I wonder he does not have a noise that ends with d--n simply, it would save him time! “Couldn’t help seeing your letter was from Branches. Hope Carruthers gives you some news?” As he addressed me deliberately I was obliged to answer: “I have no information. It is only a business letter,” and I ate toast again. He “bur-r-r-r-d” more than ever, and opened some of his own correspondence. “What am I to do, Katherine?” he said, presently; “that confounded fellow Campion has thrown me over for next week, and he is my best gun: at short notice like this, it’s impossible to replace him with the same class of shot.” “Yes, dear,” said Lady Katherine, in that kind of voice that has not heard the question--she was deep in her own letters. “Katherine!” roared Mr. Montgomerie. “Will you listen when I speak--Bur-r-r-r!” and he thumped his fist on the table. Poor Lady Katherine almost jumped, and the china rattled. “Forgive me, Anderson,” she said, humbly, “you were saying?” “Campion has thrown me over,” glared Mr. Montgomerie. “Then I have perhaps the very thing for you,” Lady Katherine said, in a relieved way, returning to her letters. “Sophia Merrenden writes this morning, and among other things tells me of her nephew, Lord Robert Vavasour--you know, Torquilstone’s half-brother. She says he is the most charming young man, and a wonderful shot--she even suggests” (looking back a page), “that he might be useful to us, if we are short of a gun.” “Damned kind of her,” growled Mr. Montgomerie. I hope they did not notice, but I had suddenly such a thrill of pleasure that I am sure my cheeks got red. I felt frightfully excited to hear what was going to happen.