I can understand why he doesn't like to talk a lot about the wounded and that sort of thing, but he must have had some interesting adventures." "I don't think," Lady Conyers said, "the very nicest men talk about their adventures." Geraldine made a little grimace.
"Hugh doesn't talk about anything," she complained.

"He goes about looking as though he had the cares of the world upon his shoulders, and then he has the--well, the cheek, I call it, to lecture me about Captain Granet.

He does talk about Captain Granet in the most absurd manner, you know, mother." "He may have his reasons," Lady Conyers observed.
Geraldine turned her head and looked at her mother.
"Now what reasons could he have for not liking Captain Granet and suspecting him of all manner of ridiculous things ?" she asked.

"Did you ever know a more harmless, ingenuous, delightful young man in your life ?" "Perhaps it is because you find him all these things," Lady Conyers suggested, "that Hugh doesn't like him." "Of course, if he is going to be jealous about nothing at all--" "Is it nothing at all ?" Lady Conyers raised her head from her knitting and looked across at her daughter.

A little flush of colour had suddenly streamed into Geraldine's face.