"Yes," said he, "and rather a peculiar one. Are you a pistol shot?" he added.
"Why yes, a fairly good one," I answered, delighted to have a chance to speak of something with which I was familiar. "I think I could hit a card at thirty paces, with my own pistols of course."
"Really?" said the Countess, seemingly much interested. "And you, my dear," this to her husband, " could you hit a card at thirty paces?"
"I don't know about that," answered the Count, "but I was a pretty good shot in my day, but it must be four years now since I used a pistol."
"In that case, sir," I continued, "I'll bet you anything that even at twenty paces you could not hit a card ; because to excel at pistol-shooting one requires constant practice. I know this from experience. At home, I was considered one of the best shots in the regiment, but it happened once, that I was a month without using a pistol, mine being at the gunsmith's. We were called to the shooting-gallery one day and what do you think happened to me, sir? I missed a bottle standing twenty-five paces away, four times in succession. There was with us at the time a major of cavalry, a good fellow, who was for-
