"That's all right, sir," he grinned. "How are you? You don't remember me, Every. Met you at Saddle Tree Cross—huntin'. Valerie French introduced us."
"Of course," said Anthony. "I remember you perfectly. Are you all right?"
"Goin' strong, thanks." He turned to a girl at his side. "Joan, let me introduce Major Lyveden—my sister." Anthony bowed. "We're goin' down to Evesham to see some spaniel pups. Are you livin' down here, sir?"
Anthony indicated his cabin with a smile.
"That's my house," he said. "I've turned forester, and I'm working on this estate."
"But how priceless," said Joan. "If I were a man, that's just what
I'd——"
"Yes," said her brother. "I can see you gettin' up at dawn an' hewin' down trees an' things with a bead-bag on your wrist an'——"
"I said 'if I was a man,'" protested Joan. "I said…"
The argument waxed, and Anthony began to laugh. So soon as he could get a word in—
"I mustn't keep you," he said.