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Rh closely shaded by beech: "this, after a few more turns, brings us to a kind of pavilion. By that time—I do like showery weather—yonder black cloud will oblige us with its contents. You insist on my taking shelter in the pavilion: there we find Lord Etheringhame. We are distressed beyond measure at the intrusion—so surprised at finding him there. Talk of my delicate health: your romantic gentlemen have a great idea of delicacy. Leave the rest to me." "Be sure you turn the conversation on shooting." But the rain, which now began to fall in good earnest, somewhat hurried their proceedings. A smart gallop brought them to the pavilion. A gallop always puts people in a good humour; and Merton helped his sister to dismount more amiably than she expected. They entered; and, sure enough, there was Lord Etheringhame. The intelligence of that purveyor of ringlets and reports, her maid, was true, that here he usually spent his mornings. Apologies, and assurances that apologies were needless—exclamations at the weather, filled up the first ten minutes. The surprise was something of a shock;