It would have been a pleasant one had not Heriot and Destrier pretended all sorts of things about our previous acquaintance.
Neither of us, they said, had made a bad choice, but why had we separated?
She snatched her hand out of mine with a grin of anger like puss in a fury.

We had wonderful fun with her.

They took her to a great house near the race-course, and there, assisted by one of the young ladies, dressed her in flowing silks, and so passed her through the gate of the enclosure interdicted to bare feet.

There they led her to groups of fashionable ladies, and got themselves into pretty scrapes.

They said she was an Indian.