“You’ve kicked him, you beast!” wailed Valerest.
“Only once, sweet,” said Valentine; “for luck.”
“I hate you!” she cried.
“I love you!” he whispered.
“Darling!” she sighed. “But remember I have to be out and riding at eight.”
“This is no time to talk of dogs and horses!” cried Valentine, and Valerest was so surprised at such blasphemy that—Oh, well, dots.
VI
As Valentine left the house in Cadogan Gardens Fountain entered the dining-room. Fountain was very old. He had been kept up very late. He was tired. He drooped across the room.
“Shall I shut up now, sir?”
Mr. Lapwing said: “Yes, do. But just give me a drop of that brandy first, will you?”