I will let you see what shooting and hunting mean."
"I am a bit of one," replied Woodward, "but shall be very happy to put
myself into your hand, notwithstanding."
"If I don't lengthen your face I shall raise your heart," proceeded, the
divine. "If I don't make a sportsman of you--"
"Ay," added the priest, "you will find yourself in excellent hands, Mr.
Woodward."
"If I don't make a sportsman of you:--confound your grinning, Father
Tom, what are you at?--I'll make a far better thing of you, that is, a
good fellow, always, of course, provided that you have the materials in
you."
"Not a doubt of it," added Father Tom; "you'll polish the same youth
until he shines like yourself or his worthy father here. He'll give you
a complexion, my boy--a commodity that you sadly want at present."
The evening was now too far advanced to think of having coffee--a
beverage, by the way, to which scarcely a single soul of them was
addicted. They accordingly got to their legs, and as darkness was
setting in they set out for the village to witness the rejoicings. Young
Woodward, however, followed his brother to the drawing-room, whither he
had betaken himself at an early hour after dinner.
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