“Open it.”
She did — and laughed. “It is a most romantic gift.”
“I thought you would like it.”
“I do indeed,” she said earnestly. “It is absolutely exquisite, and my mere possession of it shall make me the envy of all the other ladies of my acquaintance.”
She lifted it out of the box, turned it over in her hands, and raised her eyes to meet his. “But whatever shall I do with it?”
“Your shooting lessons commence tomorrow.”