"Is that all, my lord?"
"That's—that's all. It seemed rather a long lot, too, while I was running it over," he responded.
"And what use is your knowledge to you, my lord, unless you intend turning horse-dealer or gamekeeper?—but perhaps you do."
He laughed.
"By George, you're hard upon me! Won't you sit down?" Insensibly, Margaret sank into the seat, and he dropped carelessly on to the arm. "Well, I might do worse!"
"Much worse!" assented Margaret, severely.
He looked at her rather curiously.
"How strangely you said that," he remarked. "Meant for me from the shoulder, I expect; now wasn't it?"
Margaret was silent. She had meant it as a rebuke, but she would not have admitted it for the world.
He regarded her silently for a second, then he said: