‘Don’t you find the country dull after London?’
‘I haven’t had time yet.’
‘Did they give you riding lessons at school?’
‘No. But my aunt took care of my morals in that respect. A girl might as well not be able to dance as ride now-a-days.’
‘Who rode with you in the park? Not the riding-master?’
With a slight flush on her face she retorted,
‘How many more questions are you going to ask me? I should like to know, that I may make up my mind how many of them to answer.’
‘Suppose we say six.’
‘Very well,’ she replied. ‘Now I shall answer your last question and count that the first. About nine o’clock, one—day—’
‘Morning or evening?’ I asked.