(As we walked on, I kept my eyes on the horrible animals who were grazing at some distance.)
"Why?" he asked the question almost sharply.
"Because my cousin says he's such a glorious person."
"Well gilded, anyhow."
"Oh, I don't mean on that account. I'm rather blasé of millionaires lately. But from Mohunsleigh's accounts he must be--well, the sort of a man we like."
"We?"
"Girls. Brave and adventurous, and reckless, and that sort of thing."
"I'm afraid his millions are more of an attraction to most girls."
"Why, you're as bad as he!" I exclaimed.
"In what way?"