"I see—showed him about, I expect."
"A—little."
"Are you feeling fit, Strelsa?"
"Perfectly.... Why?"
"You look a bit streaky——"
"Thank you!"
"'Pon my word you do—a bit under the weather, you know——"
"Woman's only friend and protector—a headache," she said, gaily rattling off more rag-time. "Where did you go, Langly?"
"To look over some silly horses——"
"They're fine nags!" remonstrated Molly—"and I was perfectly sure that Langly would buy half a dozen."