They turned along the greensward side by side.
"It was awfully nice of you to come," Bunny said in that new gentle
voice of his. "I didn't mean you to get there first, but old Bishop is so
long-winded I couldn't get away."
"It didn't matter," said Toby with a nervous little smile.
"It did to me," said Bunny. "It would have saved you that anyway."
"But you'd have killed the hare," she said.
"Not if he hadn't been damaged," he said. "I'm not a brute. I don't kill
for the sake of killing."
She looked incredulous. "Most men do. Don't you hunt? Don't you shoot?"
"Oh, you're talking of sport!" said Bunny.
"Yes, it's called sport," said Toby, an odd little vibration in her
voice. "It's just a name for killing things, isn't it?"
Bunny considered the matter. "No, that's not fair," he decided. "Sport is
sport. But I prefer to walk up my game and I never countenance digging
out a fox. That's sport."
"There are very few sportsmen in the world," said Toby.
"Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I hope I'm one of 'em. I try to be," said
Bunny.
She gave him a quick look. "I think you are. And so is Jake."
"Oh, Jake! Jake's magnificent. He's taught me all I know in that line.
I used to be a horrid little bounder before I met Jake.
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