I have a mind to get her _sabots_--and as to heart----" "Well," broke in Geoffrey, reflecting that bad as was the emotional side of the question, it was better than the commercial--"as to 'heart ?'" "You are scarcely the person to talk of it, that is all.

I wonder how much of yours you gave _me_ ?" "Really, Honoria," he answered, not without eagerness, and his mind filled with wonder.

Was it possible that his wife had experienced some kind of "call," and was about to concern herself with his heart one way or the other?
If so it was strange, for she had never shown the slightest interest in it before.
"Yes," she went on rapidly and with gathering vehemence, "you speak about your heart"-- which he had not done--"and yet you know as well as I do that if I had been a girl of no position you would never have offered me the organ on which you pretend to set so high a value.

Or did your heart run wildly away with you, and drag us into love and a cottage--a flat, I mean?
If so, _I_ should prefer a little less heart and a little more common sense." Geoffrey winced, twice indeed, feeling that her ladyship had hit him as it were with both barrels.

For, as a matter of fact, he had not begun with any passionate devotion, and again Lady Honoria and he were now just as poor as though they had really married for love.
"It is hardly fair to go back on bygones and talk like this," he said, "even if your position had something to do with it; only at first of course, you must remember that when we married mine was not without attractions.