"Good for you," she said, as if immensely relieved. "I knew you were that sort."
"And when are you coming out?" he asked, to turn the conversation.
"The night before the wedding. Isn't it awful?"
"You'll have lots of men hanging about you—crazy about you," he said abruptly.
"Pooh!"
"Never mind, I shall watch over you carefully and keep the wrong ones away."
"Will you?"
He nodded, looking into her eyes.
"Good for you. I'll come to you for advice."
They were at the house, the lemon livery of the footmen showing behind the glass doors.