“Now we shall quarrel, unless you can explain yourself.”
“Is it necessary?”
“You shall discover how much so if you do not explain your meaning instantly.”
“Then do not blame me if I sink still deeper into the mire. Under the circumstances, I was not sorry. I had been told on coming to this country I should find all the women forward—most of them ugly—the remainder plain. After three days’ looking round me I had come to the same conclusion. Suddenly by the merest chance my eyes lighted on you. Can you wonder I should feel no sorrow?”
She frowned, then laughed, and looked at him.
“Where did you learn this grossest form of flattery?”
“I see your ladyship has no education to appreciate the truth.”
“Talk to my husband about horses. I have no more to say to you.”
“Is he a lover of horses?”
“Yes. He attends every Race Meet in the county.”