CHAPTER VIJean was never told what to do; her duties, at convenient, but not at stated times, simply rose up before her like additional features in the landscape. There were voters to be visited and meetings to be held, important political guests came and went; but nothing was really allowed to interfere with the shooting.
The household filled and emptied for week-ends without an apparent ripple. More doors opened and shut, more well-bred pleasant voices broke the silence of the house, and when the week-end was over, the murmurs died down and a pile of dead birds was sent to the Cottage Hospital.
Mr. Cripps, the political agent, who came to the house daily and was almost always asked to put up with Jean, because Sir Reginald had started off with the guns, complained bitterly.
'It's not
