Cobbett.
[Flippantly.] Oh, yes, I know. She seems to be rather a flighty young person. Claude and your brother-in-law were talking about it after lunch in the smoking-room.
Grace.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Cobbett.
Well, it never struck me you didn’t know. Besides—you haven’t shown any great desire for my society the last day or two.
Grace.
[With a quick look at him.] I’ve had other guests to attend to.
Cobbett.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] And it seemed rather a sordid little story. I don’t think I can interest myself very much at this time of day in the gamekeeper’s daughter who kicks over the traces.