“South Africa? No. Here—right here. But it was to save someone from being badly gored.”
“Which is one more instance to show that pluck and readiness of resource are not prerogatives of our sex entirely,” said the prelate, quick to notice the look of embarrassment which had come over the girl’s face.
It was even as Wagram had said, the lay element was represented on the lawn, as a fair sprinkling of sunshades and vari-coloured light summer dresses and hats bore token. Likewise refreshment, and while in process of procuring some for his charge Wagram felt a pull at his sleeve.
“Who’s that you’ve got there, Wagram? Is Damages here too?”
“Eh? Oh, by the way, Haldane, which of them is Damages?”
“Not this one; a sister; the tall one: Clytie, I think they call her.”
“Oh! Well, this one isn’t responsible for her sister, and she’s a very nice sort of girl. She’s the heroine of the gnu adventure, you know, and I want Yvonne to go and talk to her a little.”
“Of course I will,” said Yvonne, moving off with that intent.
“Look at her!” exclaimed Haldane as they watched this tall child cross the lawn; straight, erect, gait utterly free and unstudied, the great golden mantle of her hair rippling below her waist. “Just look at her, Wagram! Did you ever see such a child in your life? And they talk about ‘the awkward age.’ Yvonne never had an awkward age.”
“I should think not,” assented Wagram, who ran her father very close in his admiration for the beautiful child.