“Fifteen?”
“You do not understand. It is not the custom in our country to press a suit upon a lady by poking people off of a horse.”
“Perhaps I ought to fight your father? Will Sir Baffin break a lance with me to decide if I shall have you?”
“My father does not fight.”
“Does not fight! Certainly you don’t mean that?”
“He is the Vice-President of the Universal Peace Society.”
“The WHAT?” asked Sir Dinadan, in amazement.
“Of the Peace Society; a society which opposes fighting of every kind, under any circumstances.”
It was a moment or two before Sir Dinadan could get his breath. Then he said—
“But—but then, Lady Tilly, what—what do men in your country do with themselves?”