"But they are both in Rhodesia"—ignoring her kindly inclusion of himself and his brother—"and Rhodesia wants good men."
"And when she gets them just buries them at her outposts. I haven't much faith in your Rhodesia. She is a capricious jade. She absorbs a man's finest qualities and best years and gives him nothing in return."
"Ask Carew if she gives him nothing. Probably she has given him more than anyone else could give."
She got up impatiently. "All the more reason why he shouldn't be such a bear. People who have got what they want out of life ought to be amiable and friendly."
She turned round, and found herself face to face with Carew himself, looking, if anything grimmer than ever.
"I came to tell you that tea is ready, and the others have already commenced."
Diana looked straight into his eyes, with a daring, challenging expression. "And you heard me discussing your amiable attributes? I'm sorry, but"—with a swift gleam—"I do discuss something else sometimes."
"I heard nothing," he answered, returning her direct gaze, and stood aside for her to pass.