"I'm certain I shall not like him," asserted Lady Errington calmly.
Her husband chuckled a little before replying.
"Don't be too sure of that. Eustace is a very fascinating sort of man."
"More so than you?"
"Oh, I'm not fascinating."
"You're very modest, at all events."
"Do you think so? Wait till you hear me tell shooting stories about my prowess."
"Is that your special weakness?"
"By no means--you are."
"Thank you for a very pretty compliment, but I'm afraid this conversation is becoming frivolous," said Alizon, with a faint pink colour creeping into the pallor of her cheeks, "however, it's ended now, for here come your friends."