[Pausing in his walk.] Mrs. Fraser——?
Shafto.
[Indifferently.] Oh, she amongst ’em.
John.
[In a low voice.] Poor little Theo Fraser! I’m forgetting her.
Shafto.
Forget all round, my dear Jack—that’s the ticket; for the future, cultivate a single-minded devotion to yourself——
John.
And the horses! You’re right, Denzil. By the bye, I had a line from O’Halligan yesterday—where is it? [Going to a writing-table and rummaging among the litter there.] He fancies Kildaowen very strongly. The mare’s feeding well; that’s always been their difficulty, you know——
Shafto.