His fingers were working restlessly at the ivory sticks of her fan.

"If you mean, does he often thrash me with a horsewhip, no, he doesn't," he said shortly.

"And he wouldn't have done it then if I'd had a hand to spare.

I'm glad you enjoyed the spectacle.
Hope you were all edified." "You needn't be waxy," said Ina calmly.

"I assure you, you never showed to greater advantage.