“Hullo!” said Taffy; and, absurdly enough, could find no more to say.
“How are you getting on?”
“Oh, I’m all right.” There was another pause. “How’s Honoria?”
“Oh, she’s all right. I’m riding over there now: they meet at Tredinnis to-day.” He tapped his boot with his hunting crop.
“Don’t you have any lessons now?” asked Taffy, after a while.
“Dear me, yes; I’ve got a tutor. He’s no good at it. But what made you ask?”
Really Taffy could not tell. He had asked merely for the sake of saying something. George pulled out a gold watch.
“I must be getting on. Well, good-bye!”
“Good-bye!”
And that was all.