“Where did you get that brute, Hugh?” she asked presently.
Honora, who had been talking to Pembroke, looked around with a start. And at the sight of the great black horse, bought on that unforgettable day, she turned suddenly faint.
“Over here in the country about ten miles,” Chiltern was saying. “I heard of him, but I didn't expect anything until I went to look at him last week.”
“What do you call him?” asked Mrs. Rindge.
“I haven't named him.”
“I'll give you a name.”
Chiltern looked at her. “What is it?” he said.
“Oblivion,” she replied:
“By George, Adele,” he exclaimed, “you have a way of hitting it off!”
“Will you let me ride him this afternoon?” she asked.