"Tregelly," said Savile, "probably gave it to Chetwode to get something done to it—get it framed or something."
"Chetwode's not a framemaker! Why is he staying on?"
"Because he's having a good time."
"You're shirking the whole thing. The point is that when he stays away so long, it isn't only racing."
"Of course not. At the Tregellys, it's bridge."
"Yes—and Mrs. Tregelly."
Angry tears again filled her eyes, but she brushed them away.
"You know Chetwode does admire beauty," she said.
Savile looked at the picture. "But only the very most beautiful. I've never yet seen him admire anything second-rate. Have you?"
She beamed and said, "Savile, is she second-rate?"