"Have you? I must say you are fairly plucky."
"Nicky Byng admires Nellie, but it's no good; all the same, if I do get the car, I'll let him know."
"Fancy trying your hand at match-making,—a child like you!" and Mayne turned in his saddle, and surveyed his companion, with a broad smile.
"Of course, I know it's no use. Finchie throws buckets of cold water on the affair; she hopes to marry Nellie off, the same as Blanche Sandilands. Blanche has a splendid car, lives in a big house on the Adyar, and entertains half Madras. All the same, I think Nellie likes Nicky."
"Then why mind Mrs. Ffinch, and her cold water?"
"We all mind her; she is so far-sighted, and clever—all but Ned, he thinks her too meddlesome, and anyway, she did talk Jessie Hicks out of accepting him."
"Do you suppose, that Mrs. Ffinch could talk you out of accepting anyone?"
"How can you be so silly! Anyway, there will be no occasion, for I don't intend to marry."
"Bosh! Wait till you are older, and then we shall see what we shall see."
"I'm quite old enough to know my own mind."