Evanston gave a low exclamation.
“It wasn’t difficult,” said Mr. Carteret, “the road’s very good.” An awkward silence followed, which both men felt.
“Lovely view,” said Mr. Carteret, looking off across the lake toward the sunset. Then there was another silence.
Evanston broke it. “Have you still got that horse that you wanted to sell me?”
“I think so,” said Mr. Carteret; “but I’m not trading horses this afternoon.” His voice changed and he looked at Evanston.
“Frank,” he said, “can you keep your temper?”
“I’ve had some practice,” said Evanston. “Why?”
“Because,” said Mr. Carteret, “I’m going to irritate you. I’m going to butt in. I’m going to mix up in a matter that is none of my business. If you want to knock me down, I sha’n’t like it, but I sha’n’t resent it.”
Evanston looked at him suspiciously. “What do you mean?” he said.