"I'm not sure that I envy him. But, if he is, he'd better hurry up. Sonia doesn't let much grass grow under her feet. I really rather hope mother won't let her be asked here again."
"But as long as your Prendergasts and Crabtrees spread their faces out to be walked on——" I began.
"Well, don't let her do it here," Amy interrupted. "I don't want to see dear old Jim scalped."
"He's much too lazy," I said.
Amy raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"My dear, you're not very observant."
"I've been watching rather closely," I protested. "He's decently civil——"
"To her, yes. But d'you remember a certain Horse Show week when we were staying with the Hunter-Oakleighs in Dublin, and Jim and Violet——"
"But that's the ancientest of ancient history! Jim was hardly short-coated at the time."
"They kept it up a good while," she answered, with a toss of the head.