Slightly self-conscious, he replied, 'About Miss Levering being too—a——'
'For that sort of thing altogether "too."'
'How do you know?' said the lady herself, with a teasing smile.
Greatorex started out of the chair in which he had just deposited himself at her side. 'God bless my soul!' he said.
'She's only saying that to get a rise out of you.' Farnborough seemed unable to bear the momentary shadow obscuring the lady's brightness.
'Ah, yes'—Greatorex leaned back again—'your frocks aren't serious enough.'
'Haven't I been telling you it's an exploded notion that the Suffrage people are all dowdy and dull?'
'Pooh!' said Mr. Greatorex.
'You talk about some of them being pretty,' Farnborough said. 'I didn't see a good-looking one among 'em.'
'Ah, you men are so unsophisticated; you missed the fine feathers.'