[ The last girl he’d talked to about hunting had been so offended by the subject as to make speaking of it intolerable. Lucy is so far removed from that to suggest it, and he feels a rush of amused fondness for her. She has never sounded so much like a noble. ]

Yes, of course. We’ve no dogs, but we could make do.

Athos is coming to get you, you said. Would you like me to make the arrangements?