"The—what?" she asked, with a suggestion of suppressed mirth in her voice.
"The gentleman with horns."
"Ah, yes," she said. "I have heard something of the gentleman. A very bad-tempered fellow, isn't he? Have you known him long?"
"By George, you think you're funny, don't you?" But by this time he laughed, too.
"Come in, Kenneth," called John Clayton, when they reached the veranda.
"No, I thank you," said Kenneth. "Miss Bright has been abusing men, and Englishmen in particular."
"Well," responded John Clayton laughingly, "you stood up for our sex, I hope."
"I tried to, but Miss Bright came out ahead. Good night, Miss Bright. I hope you'll change your opinion of the Englishman, and that he will not always suffer when compared with your pink of perfection, the American man."
When he had gone a short distance, she called him back.
"Well?" he said, turning.