"You care for the public?" she said.
"Yes and no. No, where there is truth behind it; yes, when it is foundationless."
"You are frank," she said.
"Such was our compact."
"And is it, then, so great a disgrace to have it said you rode beside my carriage?"
"If they would stop with that, no; but they will not. I will ride beside your carriage any time, when you are alone; I will not jostle for a place with any one."
"Then you will never ride, I fear."
"I know it; I shall never ride."
She looked at him with an artless smile, that was the refinement of coquetry.