"It's the most beautiful frock I ever saw."
"I did hope you would like it."
"Have you had supper already to-night?"
"No. Only some drinks and a sandwich."
"Better eat, then."
She ate in an uninterested fashion that was new in Eleanor.
"It has been an Ashby occasion, hasn't it, the Seventy-fourth Annual Show of the Bures Agricultural…. Stay still for a moment, you have a gnat crawling down your collar."
She leant over and struck the back of his neck lightly. "Oh, it's going down!" In a rough sisterly fashion she bent his head aside with one hand while she retrieved the insect with the other.
"Got it?" he said.
But she was silent, and he looked up at her.