 Then what happened? Oh, then we got to talking. One thing led to another. And finally, he invited me to his barn for a cup of heather. His family insisted that I stay for the weekend. Oh, and of course, you followed the old Scottish custom and went grouse shooting. Oh, of course. I shot Eleven Grice. Oh, that's such a charming romance. When did you sail for America? Oh, early the following month.