“Animals!” said Miss Catherine.
“I will explain to you what he means,” said Noel. “He—”
“I will trouble you not to trouble yourself to explain anything for me,” said the Paladin, loftily. “I have reason to think—”
“That is his way,” said Noel; “always when he thinks he has reason to think, he thinks he does think, but this is an error. He didn’t see the army. I noticed him, and he didn’t see it. He was troubled by his old complaint.”
“What’s his old complaint?” Catherine asked.
“Prudence,” I said, seeing my chance to help.
But it was not a fortunate remark, for the Paladin said:
“It probably isn’t your turn to criticize people’s prudence—you who fall out of the saddle when a donkey brays.”
They all laughed, and I was ashamed of myself for my hasty smartness. I said:
“It isn’t quite fair for you to say I fell out on account of the donkey’s braying. It was emotion, just ordinary emotion.”