“He has told me I can shoot over his land whenever I wish to.”
Caro gave a shout.
“Then, for goodness sake, go and shoot something for the pot!”
“It is really the wrong time of year.”
“Never mind about that! A rabbit would be very welcome do you not agree, Araminta?”
Araminta did not reply.
She was remembering how the Marquis had laughed when she had discovered that Poulet Suprême Louis had been made with rabbit and not chicken.
Then she told herself that there was no use thinking of what had happened in the past. It was over and done with and she must concern herself with the future.
“A rabbit would be delicious. Or even rook pie might be a change!”
“I see you are both determined to keep me busy,” Harry said with a smile. “I will go and see Farmer Upton this afternoon and take my
