“You thirsty mortal!” she remarked. “I’m afraid you must have been smoking too much last night.”
“One cigarette,” I assured her. “No more, upon my honour.”
“Really! Then you won’t get any more tea from me to unsteady your nerves. Now tell me, Mr. Morton, do you know this country?”
“Every inch of it. No one better.”
“Oh, how nice! And you’ll give me a lead to-day, won’t you? I do so want to do well.”
“I should be delighted,” I answered; “but, unfortunately, I’m not going to hunt.”
“Not going to hunt! Then what are you going to do, pray?”
“Going for a ride with a young lady,” I answered.
“Oh, indeed!”—with a toss of the head.
There was a short silence. Then curiosity conquered the fit of indignation which Miss Hamilton had thought well to assume.