"She's an old marvel, isn't she," Eleanor said, watching the new arrival stagger about on its out-of-proportion legs. "It's another good one. Not much wonder that she looks complacent. People have been coming to admire her foals for practically a lifetime, the old duchess. I think foals to her are just a means of achieving this annual homage. She doesn't care a rap about the foal."
"It's not any better than Honey's," Brat said, looking at the foal without enthusiasm.
"You and your Honey!"
"And you wait and see what Honey will produce next year with this new mating. A foal that will make history."
"Your enthusiasm for Honey borders on the indecent."
"You heard Bee say that."
"How do you know?"
"I heard her too."
They laughed a little, and she said: "It's so nice to have you here, Brat." He noticed that she did not say: It is so nice to have you back, Patrick; but he realised that she herself was unaware of any oddity in the form she used.
"Is that doctor chap going over to Bures for the show?"