“I like Mr. Dromore. I think he's nicer than he looks.”
“He's asked me to make a statuette of his daughter on horseback.”
“And will you?”
“I don't know.”
“If she's really so pretty, you'd better.”
“Pretty's hardly the word—but she's not ordinary.”
She turned round, and looked up at him, and instinctively he felt that something difficult to answer was coming next.
“Mark.”
“Yes.”
“I wanted to ask you: Are you really happy nowadays?”