“You must have made it a very extended one to have seen so much,” Sir Anthony pointed out gently.
“You forget, sir, a great part of my life was spent abroad with my parents.”
“Ah, to be sure!” he nodded. “No doubt many of your experiences were gained then.”
“Yes, Sir Anthony.”
There was a slight pause. The gentleman was looking straight between his horse’s ears. “What a very tender age at which to have seen so much!” he remarked blandly.
The mare bounded forward under a spur incautiously driven home. “Sir,” said Prudence, “for some reason I don’t guess you seem to hold me in suspicion.” It was a daring move, but she could see no other.
Up went the straight brows, in sleepy surprise. “Not at all, my dear boy. Why should I?”
“I have no notion, sir.”
They rode on in silence for a little while. “Shall we have the pleasure of seeing your respected father in town?” inquired the tiresome gentleman.
“I believe not, sir.”