“You know, at any rate, what I mean.”
“Perhaps. By the way, I left your rival on a fair way to recovery.”
“My rival?”
“Your friend, then—Harry Hilton. He is an excellent fellow, and honestly, I think he would have been more suitable to Claudia.”
“Thank you,” said Fenwick grimly. “It seems she did not think so.”
“No. We women are so slow in learning our lessons that we are left with no time in which to use them.”
“You must have learnt yours, then, at an early age.”
The two fencers looked at each other, and she bent her head slightly.
“Yes. I have at least learned to take the goods the gods send.”
“Meaning Mr Pelham, and a future twenty thousand a year?” Fenwick shot out sharply.