This conversation took place before dinner when they were alone for a few minutes.
"I thought American women 'licked creation,'" said Alan, imitating him.
"Now there you have me. As a rule they do, but Miss Berkeley—she's superb," said Braund enthusiastically.
The dinner was a success; they were lively. Braund devoted himself to
Eve, and Alan was occupied with Ella.
"I've bought Mr. Chesney's horse Mameluke," said Braund. "I gave him thirty thousand for him and I don't consider him dear. What do you think of the horse?"
"He's one of the best we have, and I am surprised Mr. Chesney has parted with him," said Eve.
"So am I, but then money is money and it was cash down," said Braund.
"Mr. Chesney has plenty of money—I wonder why he sold him?" said Eve.
"You don't think there's anything wrong with the horse?" asked Braund sharply.
"Oh no," laughed Eve; "don't be alarmed. Mr. Chesney would not have sold him to you had such been the case."