“Do you remember when she tried to live up to Rupert Louth as an Amazon?”
“Yes. She nearly killed herself over it; but I must say she stuck to it splendidly. She has plenty of courage.”
“Is Alick Craven athletic? I scarcely know him.”
“Well, he’s never been a rough rider like Rupert Louth; but I believe he’s a sportsman, does all the usual things.”
“Then I dare say we shall soon see Adela on the links and at Kings’.”
“Probably. I’ll get them both down to Coombe and see if she’ll play tennis on my hard court. I shouldn’t wonder. She has pluck enough for anything.”
“Ask me that Sunday. I wonder how long it will last.”
“Not long. It can’t.”
“And then she’ll go crash again. It must be awful to have a temperament like hers.”
“Her great mistake is that apparently she puts some heart into it every time. I can’t think how she manages it, but she does. Do you remember twelve years ago, when she was crazy about Harry Blake? Well—”