"By Jove, you're a trump!" he exclaimed impulsively, adding, in qualification of this outspoken sentiment, "I mean, you've so good a heart, you ought to have been a man!"
She coloured with pleasure; but her face turned very grave and sad, while she replied, "I wish I had been! Don't you know what Tennyson says? Never mind, you don't read Tennyson very often, I dare say!"
"I can't make out what fellows mean in poetry," answered Daisy. "But I like a good song if it's in English; and I like best of all to hear you play!"
"Now, what on earth has that to do with it?" she asked impatiently. "We are talking about the mare. Send round for her to-morrow morning, and you can enter her at once. Has she got a name?"
"It used to be The Dark Ladye," he answered, smiling rather mischievously, "out of compliment to you. But I've changed it now."
"I ought to be very much flattered. And to what?"
"To Satanella."
She bit her lip, and tried to look vexed; but she couldn't be angry with Daisy, so laughed heartily as she waved him a good-bye, and cantered home.