Fleda's eyes gave a slight glance at the room and then looked down again with a little shake of her head sufficiently expressive.
"Well," said Hugh, "you and I do not want any better than this, do we, Fleda?"
Fleda's smile, a most satisfactory one, was divided between him and King.
"I don't believe," said Hugh, "you would have loved that dog near so well if anybody else had given him to you."
"I don't believe I should!--not a quarter," said Fleda with sufficient distinctness.
"I never liked that Mr. Carleton as well as you did."
"That is because you did not know him," said Fleda quietly.
"Do you think he was a good man, Fleda?"
"He was very good to me," said Fleda, "always. What rides I did have on that great black horse of his!"--
"A black horse?"