'Perhaps you're a little tired. Hermione, you show Mr. Filey the garden. And maybe, Lord Borrodaile would like to see it, too.'
Although the last-named failed to share the enthusiasm expected in a gardener, he pulled his long, slackly-put-together figure out of the chair and joined the young people.
When they were out of earshot, 'What's the matter?' asked Lady John.
'Matter?'
'Yes, what did poor Paul say to make you fall upon him like that?'
'I didn't "fall upon" him, did I?'
'Well, yes, I rather thought you did.'
'Oh, I suppose I—perhaps it did jar on me, just a little, to hear a cocksure boy——'
'He's not a boy. Paul is over thirty.'
'I was thinking of Dick Farnborough, too—talking about women like that, before women.'