"Well, you drive about in a motor."
"Oh, yes, the governor has a ripping car. And for getting about the country—real long trips, you know—they're splendid. But of course, they don't come under the same heading as horses at all."
"I've been hoarding that up against you," she declared frankly.
"Have you?" He looked amused. "It seems so queer to me—I never look upon them in the same light at all."
"Motors are horrid things."
"I don't think so."
"The dust—the smell—"
"Don't affect you when you're in one."
"But they affect other people."
He shrugged his shoulders.