She nodded ever so slightly and he swung himself up. “Going to Nan’s?”
“To Cassingland,” he assented. “I want to see for myself the lady in her tower. D’you know, I can’t get that out of my head—all that you told me about girls.”
“Really.”
She spoke indifferently and flicked the horse with the whip, so that it started forward with a jerk.
“You’re not very curious. You don’t ask me why I can’t forget.”
“Why?”
“Because, with other conditions, it’s equally true of men.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“You will when I’ve told you. To get on nowadays a fellow’s got to work day and night.”
“You’re ambitious?”