He watched it as it came slowly towards him, and his heart leapt--yet not quite as he had expected it to leap.
For it was George Vyell.

George had lately been promoted to "pink" and made a gallant figure on his strapping grey hunter.

For the first time Taffy felt ashamed of his working-suit, and would have slipped back to the church.

But George had seen him, and pulled up.
"Hullo!" said he.
"Hullo!" said Taffy; and, absurdly enough, could find no more to say.
"How are you getting on ?" "Oh, I'm all right." There was another pause.

"How's Honoria ?" "Oh, she's all right.