“But are you going soon?” she asked again.
“In five minutes, dearest.”
“Then,” she answered, “I had better ring the bell to order the dog-cart round.”
“If you’ll be so kind, Nance,” he replied.
She went across the room and pressed the button of the electric bell, then she walked to one of the windows and stood looking out.
“I admire this view very much, don’t you?” she said to Lady Georgina.
“It is one of the most superb views in the county, Mrs. Rowton,” said that good lady, marching up to Nancy’s side.
“I will help her out—she has stuff in her,” thought the lady. “By the way,” she said, turning abruptly to Rowton, “what do you think of that mare I chose for you?”
“I was just showing her to Nancy,” said Rowton, smiling and looking relieved; “she is perfect.”
“You would say so if you saw her pedigree. Now, Mrs. Rowton, I propose to call here early to-morrow morning to take you out for a ride. Without conceit I can say of myself that I am one of the most accomplished horsewomen in the county. Will you be ready for me by nine o’clock?”