“If such a glorious creature——” cried Roger.
“If a thoroughly intelligent and most sympathetic woman——” said Stabb.
“Thinks that she has a right, why, she probably has one!”
“At any rate her view is entitled to respect—to a courteous hearing.”
“Lynborough does appear to have been a shade—er——”
“Ambrose is a spoilt child, bless him! She took a wonderful interest in my brasses. I don’t know what brought her to the church.”
“She waited herself to let me through that beastly gate again!”
“She drove me round herself to our gates. Wouldn’t come through Scarsmoor!”
They both sighed. They both thought of telling the other something—but on second thoughts refrained.
“I suppose we’d better go to bed. Shall you bathe to-morrow morning?”