"It's very beautiful to see, in these days of marital indifference and incompatibility."
"They'll be lovers to the end of the chapter," declared Mrs. Bunker. "And there's Lord Stafford enjoying his single blessedness. Think what you're missing!"
"Ha, ha, ha! Yes, Mrs. Bunker, but at present this delightful cup of tea is a great consolation."
"What have you found most interesting in the States, Lord Canning?" asked Mrs. Bunker.
"Well, I should say—" he hesitated, holding his cup and gazing contemplatively out at the lake.
"Don't be afraid to commit yourself," added Mrs. Bunker, quickly. "You English hate to make a positive assertion."
"Quite so, Mrs. Bunker," returned Lord Canning amusedly. "We think more slowly than you do—and you have asked me a very difficult question."
"I'll answer it for you," volunteered Indiana. "Your uncle has come to America to shoot things, and you for scientific purposes—ostensibly. But you spend night after night over your brandy and soda, discussing the American woman."
"Remarkable!" ejaculated Lord Stafford, adjusting his monocle and staring at Indiana.
"How did you find us out, Miss Stillwater?" Lord Canning laughed heartily.