"Proud words, Lord Eward. But I can not help myself but wonder if a man who resides in London can live up to them!" He says, as a servant brings the rack of guns, holding them out for Lord Eward to pick from.
Once the man had picked, Eward led them down the opposite side of the hill, away from the House, and to a flat, well-groomed area of lawn that rolled pleasantly along towards the horizon, although a field boundary blocked that view. "Do you see that hedge, my Lord Eward? Rabbits and Pheasants. They are our goal for the day." There was a sound of scampering, and Lord Hurst turned slightly to see his two King Charles Spaniels come bounding down the hill towards their master. "Plato and Pliny will be retrieving for us."