"By the way," he says, and either forgets what he was going to say, or finds the effort of a long sentence too great.
"You were going to speak about the old bills?" she asks.
"Yes."
"I wrote to him to bring them to-night. I can't imagine how I forgot to ask him for them when I gave him the new acceptances you and Wharton signed."
"Not--business--woman," he observed, with a pause between each word.
"Don't be ridiculous, Fairfax," she protested, with a merry laugh. "Not a business woman? I should like to know what would become of Wharton if I were not."
"Floored," said Lord Fairfax.
"Indeed he would be. And don't I manage you?"
"Difficult?" he asked.
"Not at all. You are the dearest fellow! I shall be almost ashamed to ask you for another cheque to-morrow."