"For that reason I have always wished to be an Englishman," was M. de la Roche-Guyon's reply to this.
"Your Miss Grenville is very pretty, to my mind," he observed to his host as they rode homewards some twenty minutes later. "Has she many admirers?"
Mr. Hungerford thought this question decidedly impertinent—especially as he could not answer it in the affirmative—but remembering, like Horatia, that the speaker was a foreigner, abstained from an attempt to snub him. He answered a little stiffly:
"Miss Grenville is not concerned to see every man at her feet."
"So I supposed," returned the young Frenchman.
"She is docte, instruite. Nevertheless——" he broke off and shot a long, keen and rather malicious glance at Tristram's profile—"nevertheless, some day she will find it quite an amusing game. They all do, in the end."
Tristram pulled out his watch. "Shall we trot a little?" he suggested pleasantly. "It is later than I thought."
CHAPTER VI
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"But ... mille pardons ... it is not very resembling—it is not much like a horse," said M. le Comte de la Roche-Guyon a little doubtfully.