nteresting to talk about when she
came across the Greatest Lady.

We found the members of the shooting party lounging about the terrace,
for the most part smoking and waiting for their host. Several motor
cars were in readiness to carry them off to the various plantations.

Presently our host arrived, and we were complete; I heard him remark to
one of the guests as he got into his car--

"There are three more of those lazy fellows to arrive," he said,
laughing, "but they must come on by themselves in another car."

Our first shot was on the Wolverton Road about half-way down towards
the station, and here the birds were as plentiful as blackberries. I
never before had seen such a head of game. The beaters entered the
plantations in a row, standing close together, and moved _one step_ at
a time, each step sending out perhaps a dozen pheasants, who were, as a
rule, quickly disposed of by the guns around.

Of course there were exceptions: there were those who missed their
birds both barrels time after time, or still worse sent them away
sorely wounded with their poor shattered legs hanging helplessly down.

These were the sort of shots who were not required at Sandringham, and,
as a rule, were not asked again. I, however, was fortunate; being in
good practice and cool, I brought down my birds one after the other, as
St. Nivel remarked afterwards, "like a bit of clockwork," and I had
the satisfaction of hearing our host inquire who I was. We had
finished one plantation very satisfactorily, as the heaps of dead
pheasants testified, and were moving off to the next when I got a shock.

A motor car came rushing on to the road, and stopped quite near to
where I was strolling along in conversation with one of the equerries.

"Ah! you lazy fellows!" exclaimed our host, "you are losing all the
best of the sport."

A well-known foreign nobleman, a tall, dark, handsome fellow, got out
first and advanced full of apologies, hat in hand.

My glance was fixed upon his very prepossessing face and I did not at
the moment notice the gentleman who followed him. When I did I started
violently and the equerry walking with me asked what was the matter.

"Nothing is the matter particularly," I answered, passing my hand
before my eyes, "but can you tell me the name of that gentleman who has
just got out of the car?"

"You mean the red-faced man with the black imperial?" he suggested.

"Yes," I answered.

"Oh! That is some B