"Well, have a look at her. She's very pretty."
"I'll do that," Brat said.
"Now that you're home, I'll be running across you in the stables, I suppose."
"I expect so."
"You wouldn't like to give me one of my lessons instead of your sister, would you?"
"I'm afraid that's not my department."
"Oh, well." She sounded resigned. "You look very nice on that brute. I suppose his back is acres across too. They all are. It's a conspiracy."
"Good-bye," said Brat.
"Do you know, I don't know your name. Someone told me, of course, but I forget. What is it?"
"Patrick."