“No, little man. I changed my mind since your company was denied me.”
She flushed, and looked up frankly. “I wonder that you should so greatly desire my company, Sir Anthony.”
He stroked the chestnut’s neck with the butt of his whip, and smiled a little. “Do you?” he said, and turned his head. “Now why?”
Faith, when he let one see them the gentleman had most understanding eyes.
“Well, sir” — Prudence looked demure — “I have a notion you think me an escaped rebel.”
“And if you were,” said Sir Anthony, “must I necessarily deny you my friendship?”
“I believe you to be a good Whig, sir.”
“I hope so, little man.”
“I took no part in the late Rebellion, sir.”
“I have not accused you of it, my dear boy.”