“You say the most extraordinary things,” she remarked presently. “Sometimes I think they are almost—”
“Indelicate,” he supplied.
She coloured.
“Yes, indelicate.”
“You can't forgive me for sweeping away your rose-coloured cloud of romance,” he declared, laughing. “There are spades in the pack, however much you may wish to ignore 'em. You know very well you don't like these Quicksands people. They grate on your finer sensibilities, and all that sort of thing. Come, now, isn't it so?”
She coloured again, and put her horse to the trot.
“Onwards and upwards,” he cried. “Veni, vidi, vici, ascendi.”
“It seems to me,” she laughed, “that so much education is thrown away on the stock market.”
“Whether you will be any happier higher up,” he went on, “God knows. Sometimes I think you ought to go back to the Arcadia you came from. Did you pick out Spence for an embryo lord of high finance?”
“My excuse is,” replied Honora, “that I was very young, and I hadn't met you.”