"But it was a man won. The sporting duchess, you mean, drew out."
"I'm speaking of the horse," Jean struggled.
"Horse! What horse?" ejaculated the giant. "I'm talking automobiles."
She judged frankness best.
"There is nothing for it but to confess," she said. "I know nothing about automobiles. I never set foot in one in my life."
Her companion wagged a large reproachful finger.
"Don't string me," he begged. "Didn't Julie Van Ostade put you up to this? I know I'm auto-mad and an easy mark, but—Jove! I believe you're serious. Why, it's—it's incredible! Just think a bit. You must have been in one of those piffling little runabouts?"
"Never."
"Well, then, a cab—an electric cab?"
"Not even a 'bus."