“Your horse goes better now,” she said at last to break the silence.
“Does it?” he said.
“You don’t know!”
“Madame, I know nothing of horses or riding. I have not been on a horse for twenty-three years.”
She was amazed.
“We ought to go back then,” she exclaimed.
“Why? Other men ride—I will ride. I do it badly. Forgive me.”
“Forgive you!” she said. “I admire your pluck. But why have you never ridden all these years?”
After a pause he answered:
“I—I did not—I had not the opportunity.”