"How rash of you," she said.
"A matter of opinion!" said Fielding. "How would you like to go over and see the cricket at Fairharbour this afternoon?"
She gave him a quick look. "Oh, is that the alternative to the races?"
He frowned. "I have already told you the races are out of the question."
"I see," said Juliet thoughtfully. "Then I am afraid the cricket-match is also—unless Mrs. Fielding wants to go."
"I'll make her go," said squire.
"No! No! Don't make her do anything—please!" begged Juliet. "That is just the worst mistake you could possibly make. To be honest, I would rather—much—go to the open-air concert at High Shale this evening."
"Along with those rowdy miners?" growled the squire. "I see enough of them on the Bench. Green of course is cracked on that subject. He'd like to set the world in order if he could."
"I admire his enterprise," said Juliet.
He nodded. "So do I. He's cussed as a mule, but he's a goer. He's also a gentleman. Have you noticed that?"