I'm no politician, but I like a row.' 'I hope you are a Conservative, Mr.Hammond,' said Lesbia.
'I had hoped you would have known that ever so long ago, Lady Lesbia.' Lesbia blushed at his tone, which was almost a reproach.
'I suppose I ought to have understood from the general tenor of your conversation,' she said; 'but I am terribly stupid about politics.

I take so little interest in them.

I am always hearing that we are being badly governed--that the men who legislate for us are stupid or wicked; yet the world seems to go on somehow, and we are no worse.' 'It is just the same with sport,' said Maulevrier.

'Every rainy spring we are told that all the young birds have been drowned, or that the grouse-disease has decimated the fathers and mothers, and that we shall have nothing to shoot; but when August comes the birds are there all the same.' 'It is the nature of mankind to complain,' said Hammond.

'Cain and Abel were the first farmers, and you see one of them grumbled.' They were rather lively at breakfast that morning--Maulevrier's last breakfast but one--for he had announced his determination of going to Scotland next day.