“Don’t be absurd, Geoff.”
“I suppose you think Rex can’t flirt, you pretty little confiding innocent! Can’t he though! They used to say that when he did go in for it, which was seldom enough, he could give any fellow a week’s start with a girl and cut him out after all.”
“I don’t believe a word of it,” commencing to trot.
“Oh, you can please yourself about that. Remember you are warned. Come along, and let us interrupt their tête-à-tête before your domestic peace is wholly destroyed.”
Riding close up behind the other pair he sang:
“Will you walk a little faster,
Said a whiting to a snail,
There’s a lobster close behind me,
And he’s treading on my tail.
“Miss Ferrars,” he continued, “there’s a glorious bit of turf; come and have a canter.”