"Not in the afternoon," she said.
Sir Mosley Menteith tried next.
"You come from Morningquest, do you not?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"My people live near Morningquest," she answered.
"Ah, then I suppose you know everybody there," he observed, looking hard at her brooch.
She reflected a moment, then answered deliberately: "Not by any means, I should think. It is a large neighbourhood."
He twisted each side of his little light moustache, and changed the subject, inspecting her figure as he did so.
"Do you ride?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
There was a pause, during which she noticed a suspicion of powder on his face, and he felt dissatisfied because she didn't seem to be going to entertain him.