"No, generally; that was merely a touch of local color. Naturally, also, you fishshootridetohoundsandplaypolo; do you?"
"Also gawf, dear lady."
"Perfectly symmetrical and indistinguishable from others of your kind. I thought so. Crocky, too?"
"Certainly, crocky," he admitted; "also no bank account. You may call me m'lud with impunity."
"Perhaps you're not entirely qualified. How do you stand on the heiress question, Mr. Edgerton?"
"I can't qualify there."
"Then you're a sham. Besides, you're neither clever nor gallant. I am an heiress."
"Then I qualify at once as a fortune hunter," he said, laughing, "and I'll cable for my solicitors."
"What are you saying?" asked Mrs. Rivett in her gentle, uncertain voice.
"Mother, Mr. Edgerton and I are going to be friends. Perhaps he isn't sure of it, but I am. Tell him what happens when I am sure of anything."