Bent laughed. "I'm afraid you're too sincere for my crowd, Camilla."
"Who is Mr. Cheyne?" she asked suddenly.
"A perfectly amiable person with a bald head and a passion for domesticity and music, both of which Rita affects to despise."
"Why did she marry him then?"
"Nobody knows. It was one of the marriages that weren't made in Heaven, that's all."
"Few marriages are, but they're none the less binding because of that."
"Yes, I know," he said soberly.
She recognized the minor note and turned the subject quickly.
"What a heavenly spot! These are the stables, of course. And the buildings beyond?"
"The kennels. Mr. Janney has his own pack—corking hounds. They've been breeding this strain a long while in England. I suppose they're as good as any in the world."