“Some people,” remarked Miss Thane wisely, “would take that for a set-down.”
Their eyes met; Sir Tristram smiled reluctantly. “You do not seem to be of their number, ma’am.”
“I am very thick-skinned,” explained Sarah. “You see, I have not had the benefit of a correct upbringing.”
“Have you always lived with your brother?” he inquired.
“Since I left school, sir.”
“I suppose that accounts for it,” he said, half to himself.
“Accounts for what?” asked Miss Thane suspiciously.
“Your—unusual quality, ma’am.”
“I hope that is a compliment,” said Miss Thane, not without misgiving.
“I am not very apt at compliments!” he retorted.