"Dogs and horses are in very good condition."
"I am glad. Do you know, I love those ancient French chateaux and farms in one, where salon windows look on poultry-yard and stalls. I like that homeliness with beasts and peasants."
He bowed indulgently.
"I am afraid we can't do it for you in England, my Clara."
"No."
"And I like the farm," said he. "But I think our drawing-rooms have a better atmosphere off the garden. As to our peasantry, we cannot, I apprehend, modify our class demarcations without risk of disintegrating the social structure."
"Perhaps. I proposed nothing."
"My love, I would entreat you to propose if I were convinced that I could obey."
"You are very good."
"I find my merit nowhere but in your satisfaction."