"I don't believe I have done so very much," Sommers replied. He did not like to have her refer to his mission in New York, or to make, woman-wise, a sentimental story out of a nasty little scrape.
"I think polo will help him; papa agrees with me now."
"Indeed!" Sommers smiled,
"What is it that you don't say?" the girl flashed at him resentfully.
"Merely, that this is a nice green paddock for a young man to be turned out in—when he has barked his shins. Do you know what happens to the ordinary young man who is—a bit wild?"
"Well, let us not go into it. I am afraid of you to-day."
"Yes, I am in one of my crude moods to-day, I confess. I had no business to come."
"Not at all. This is just the place for you. Nice people, nice day, nice sporty feeling in the air. You need relaxation badly."
"I don't think I shall get it exactly here."
"Why not?"