DI," said Mrs. Courtenay, as they drove away at last, after the usual half-hour's waiting for the carriage, the tedium of which Lord Hemsworth had exerted himself to relieve, "do you usually talk quite so much nonsense to Lord Hemsworth as you did to-night?"
"Generally, granny. Yes, I think it was about the usual quantity. Sometimes it is rather more, a good deal more, when you are not there."
Mrs. Courtenay was silent for a few minutes.
"You are making a mistake, Di," she said at last.
"How, granny?"
"In your manner to Lord Hemsworth. You make yourself cheap to him. A woman should never do that!"
Di did not answer.
"When I was young," said Mrs. Courtenay, "I should have been proud to have been admired by a man of his stamp."
"So should I," said Di, quietly, "if I did not like him so much."
"You do like him, then?"