"Oh, nothing," said Daisy, feeling slightly annoyed. "He's a nice boy, that's all; and I am grateful to him for being so kind to my little Peggy."
"It probably answers his purpose," said Hunt-Goring, smothering a yawn.
Daisy took up her work again in silence.
Hunt-Goring finished his cigarette in dreamy ease before he spoke again.
She thought he was half-asleep when unexpectedly he accosted her, referring to the subject in which he had seemed to take but slight interest.
"Did you say that puppy's name was Wyndham?"
"He isn't a puppy," said Daisy, quick to defend her friend.
He smiled his tolerant amusement. "My dear little woman, that wasn't the point of my enquiry."
Daisy stiffened. She suddenly began to sew very fast indeed, without speaking. Her pretty lips were compressed, but Hunt-Goring seemed sublimely unconscious of the fact. He smiled to himself as at some inward thought.
"You did say his name was Wyndham, I think?" he said, after a moment.