‘I will,’ she said.
He assured her he had a mind to have a bugle blown at the entrance of the Baths for a challenge to the bathers to match her in warlike accomplishments.
She bit her lips: she could not bear much rallying on the subject just then:
‘Which is the hard one to please?’ she asked.
‘The one you will find the kinder of the two.’
‘Henrietta?’
He nodded.
‘Has she a father?’
‘A gallant old admiral: Admiral Baldwin Fakenham.’
‘I am glad of that!’ Carinthia sighed out heartily. ‘And he is with her? And likes you, Chillon?’