“He may wear it to his heels,” Tristram replied; “but not in my company.” Here Mrs. Germain gave the signal, and the gentlemen were left to politics.
“That idiot” robbed Tristram of some chance of magnanimity. In the drawing-room he found it out.
“You know Senhouse?” he asked her. She had no fear of him now.
“Quite well. He is a friend of mine.”
“Has he been here?”
“I think not. He doesn’t like big houses.”
“Oh, he’d come, you know. He’s mighty affable.”
“I should be very pleased to see him. I like him extremely.”
He laughed. “He’s a great talker. Always was.”
“He talks very well,” said she, “and listens very well.”