“I have interested my father,” Betty answered, with a brilliant smile. “He liked the romance of the Reuben S. Vanderpoel who rewarded the saver of his life by unbounded orders for the Delkoff.”
. . . . .
As their carriage drove away, Sir Nigel bent forward to look out of the window, and having done it, laughed a little.
“Mount Dunstan does not play the game well,” he remarked.
It was annoying that neither Betty nor his wife inquired what the game in question might be, and that his temperament forced him into explaining without encouragement.
“He should have 'stood motionless with folded arms,' or something of the sort, and 'watched her equipage until it was out of sight.'”
“And he did not?” said Betty
“He turned on his heel as soon as the door was shut.”
“People ought not to do such things,” was her simple comment. To which it seemed useless to reply.