“Rather than that I'd make sacrifices. I'd sooner Pendridny were let than throw all those people out of work. I suppose it would let.”
“Let? Best woodcock shooting in the world.”
Lady Valleys, pursuing her thoughts, went on:
“In time we might get the people drafted into other things. Have you consulted Miltoun?”
“No,” said Lord Valleys shortly, “and don't mean to—he's too unpractical.”
“He always seems to know what he wants very well.”
“I tell you,” repeated Lord Valleys, “Miltoun's no good in a matter of this sort—he and his ideas throw back to the Middle Ages.”
Lady Valleys went closer, and took him by the lapels of his collar.
“Geoff-really, to please me; some other way!”
Lord Valleys frowned, staring at her for some time; and at last answered: