“No,” said the marquis, slowly and with decision. “Too much up in the air for my taste.”
“Up in the air!” said Cheriton. “I am surprised to hear you say that. I thought every parson in Europe had abandoned the up-in-the-air theory. They say the kingdom of heaven is within you these days, don’t they?”
“Yes,” said the marquis, gravely, “and in my opinion and in the opinion of Maria they are making a great error.”
“Indigestion probably,” said Cheriton, with a little shrug, and taking up the Figaro. “But if you will have your cooks from Yorkshire!”
“By the way,” said Kendal, “I was told this morning that Caroline Crewkerne was not expected to recover.”
“I am able to contradict that rumor,” said Cheriton.
“Glad to hear it,” said Kendal. “Caroline is one of the old standards.”
“A survivor of a darker age,” said Cheriton.
“I see that little bay horse of yours made a hundred and forty guineas,” said George, from behind Horse and Hound.
“Yes,” said Kendal, “and was worth more.”