Shooting, the same way.  ’By Jove! are you a shooter?  Well, I’m delighted to hear it.  Well, now, we shall be at home all September, and up to the middle of October, and you must just come to us at your own time, and I will give you some of the finest partridge and pheasant shooting you ever saw in your life; Norfolk can show nothing to what I can.  Now, my good fellow, say the word; do say you’ll come, and then it will be a settled thing, and I shall look forward to it with such pleasure!’

He was equally magnanimous about hunting, though, like a good many people who have ‘had their hunts,’ he pretended that his day was over, though he was a most zealous promoter of the sport.  So he asked everybody who did hunt to come and see him; and what with his hearty, affable manner, and the unlimited nature of his invitations, he generally passed for a deuced hospitable, good sort of fellow, and came in for no end of dinners and other entertainments for his wife and daughters, of which he had two—­daughters, we mean, not wives.  His time was about up at Laverick Wells when Mr. Sponge arrived there; nevertheless, during the few days that remained to them, Mr. Jawleyford contrived to scrape a pretty intimate acquaintance with a gentleman whose wealth was reported to equal, if it did not exceed, that of Mr. Waffles himself.  The following was the closing scene between them: 

[Illustration:  Jawleyford of Jawleyford Court]

‘Mr. Sponge,’ said he, getting our hero by both hands in Culeyford’s Billiard Room, and shaking them as though he could not bear the idea of separation; ‘my dear Mr. Sponge,’ added he, ’I grieve to say we’re going to-morrow; I had hoped to have stayed a little longer, and to have enjoyed the pleasure of your most agreeable society.’ (This was true; he would have stayed, only his banker wouldn’t let him have any more money.) ’But, however, I won’t say adieu,’ continued he; ’no, I won’t say adieu!  I live, as you perhaps know, in one of the best hunting countries in England—­my Lord Scamperdale’s—­Scamperdale and I are like brothers; I can do whatever I like with him—­he has, I may say, the finest pack of hounds in the world; his huntsman.  Jack Frostyface, I really believe, cannot be surpassed.  Come, then, my dear fellow,’ continued Mr. Jawleyford, increasing the grasp and shake of the hands, and looking most earnestly in Sponge’s face, as if deprecating a refusal; ’come, then, my dear fellow, and see us; we will do whatever we can to entertain and make you comfortable.  Scamperdale shall keep our side of the country till you come; there are capital stables at Lucksford, close to the station, and you shall have a stall for your hack at Jawleyford, and a man to look after him, if you like; so now, don’t say nay—­your time shall be ours—­we shall be at home all the rest of the winter, and I flatter myself, if you once come down, you will be inclined to repeat your visit; at least, I hope so.’