"Oh, did you?"
"Of course," and then they both laughed, and the old gentleman in the corner said to the woman who sat with him, "Let's get away. I can't stand it."
"I don't see why."
"You wouldn't see. But there was a time once when I loved a girl like that."
Drusilla and Captain Hewes coming in, after a canter through the Park, broke in upon the Paradise of the young pair.
Drusilla in riding togs still managed to preserve the picturesque quality of her beauty—a cockade in her hat, a red flower in her lapel, a blue tie against her white shirt.
"And she does it so well," Derry said, as the two came towards them. "In most women it would have an air of bad taste, but Drusilla never goes too far—"
Captain Hewes in tow showed himself a captured man. "I didn't know that American women could ride until Miss Gray showed me—today. It was rippin'."
Drusilla laughed. "It is worth more than the ride to have you say 'rippin'' like that."
"She makes fun of me," the Captain complained; "some day I shall take her over to England and show her how our gentle maidens look up to me."