"Does it make you feel popular?" demanded Planefield of Tredennis, in his unceremonious fashion.
Tredennis presented to him an entirely immovable front.
"How do you find it?" he inquired.
The man laughed.
"Not as Amory does," he answered.
When the coupé appeared and he took his place at Richard's side, he bent forward to bestow on Tredennis, as they drove away, a glance expressive of but little favor.
"I don't like that fellow," he said. "Confound him!"
Richard settled himself in his corner of the carriage, folding his fur-trimmed coat about him quite luxuriously.
"Oh, no. Not confound him," he replied. "He is a delightful fellow—in his way."
"Confound his way, then," responded Planefield. "There's too much of it."