‘If it was at the time when you were issuing from that wood, sir, your surmise is correct,’ said the young gentleman.
‘You are long-sighted, sir!’
‘I am, sir.’
‘And so am I.’
‘And I,’ said Chloe.
‘Our Chloe will distinguish you accurately at a mile, and has done it,’ observed Mr. Beamish.
‘One guesses tiptoe on a suspicion, and if one is wrong it passes, and if one is right it is a miracle,’ she said, and raised her voice on a song to quit the subject.
‘Ay, ay, Chloe; so then you had a suspicion, you rogue, the day we had the pleasure of meeting the duchess, had you?’ Mr. Beamish persisted.
Duchess Susan interposed. ‘Such a pretty song! and you to stop her, sir!’
Caseldy took up the air.