"As usual, my dear Lavinia, you are right: one does not. One breaks in a filly. I beg leave to thank you for correcting my mixed metaphor."
"Oh, pray do not mention it."
"I will cease to do so. She needs breaking in. It should be amusing to tame her."
"Should it?" She looked curiously at him.
"Vastly. And I am persuaded it can be done. I will have her."
"But what if she'll none of you?"
Suddenly the heavy lids were raised.
"She will have no choice."
Lady Lavinia shivered and sat up.
"La, Tracy! Will you have no sense of decency?" she cried. "I suppose," she sneered, "you think to kidnap the girl?"