“I am not universally hated; you see. Castor and Pollux put up with me, in spite of my manifest shortcomings.”
“You feed them,” she retorted. “All animals love the hand that gives them food.”
“Ah! I see we are to part enemies!”
“Better an honest enemy than a false friend,” icily.
“Yet I’m rather sorry,” he went on. “I like you much too well to want to look upon you as my enemy.”
“I do not feel as flattered as you may suppose. It seems to me there is little enough to gain in being your friend.”
“Very likely,” and he shrugged his shoulders with a sudden return of his old cynicism. “This seems likely to prove a striking illustration of my pet theory that it is wisest not to care. I had, forgotten it for the moment.”
The horses were harnessed and the man stood at their heads ready to lead them round to the door.
“Go on,” said Lawrence, “I will follow.”
He turned again to Paddy.