"You have thousands of books here." And I looked round at the high shelves between the long windows. "And what a nice piano! How happy you must be!"
"I should have been—and am sometimes, still," he said. "The Duke had a good room, too, at Myrlton."
I sat down on the sofa again. Antony had risen and leaned against the mantel-piece. He was idly pulling the ears of Bedevere, who, sitting there, reached up into his hand. I never could have imagined dogs so big as are these three.
"Of course you went to Myrlton. I had forgotten. The Duke made love to you, I suppose?"
"Why should you suppose?"
"Because I saw signs of it at Harley. Don't you remember how I carried you off to the woods while he fetched your umbrella?"
I laughed.
"Well, did he make love to you?"
"Why should you think any man would make love to me? It is ridiculous. You seem to forget I have only been married five months. Even in a well-bred world, where they have gone back to nature, they don't begin as soon as that, do they?"
"You are prevaricating. He did make love to you, then?"