The secretary had just entered and was watching the two with a questioning eye.
"If we own Firefly, you may," he smiled back at her.
"I told you," she triumphed over Harry.
"But we don't own him," said Owen, puzzled.
"We shall this afternoon. The Lordnor stables are being sold. Please give me a great deal of money so that I can't be outbid."
"Does Miss Pauline really mean this?" asked the secretary.
"She does," Harry answered in a tone of disgust at what he thought now was only Owen's weakness. There seemed no chance of a plot against Pauline in this original scheme of her own.
"She rides wonderfully. I do not see why she should not," Owen condescended.
"You don't seem to see much of anything," declared Harry.
"But you'll take me to the auction?" coaxed Pauline.