Miss Grammont? After all, she’s a young lady of very good social position indeed. She doesn’t strike you—does she?—as an undignified or helpless human being. Her manners suggest a person of considerable self-control. And knowing less of me than you do, she probably regards me as almost as safe as—a maiden aunt say. I’m twice her age. We are a party of four. There are conventions, there are considerations.... Aren’t you really, my dear Martineau, overdoing all this side of this very pleasant little enlargement of our interests.”
“Am I?” said Dr. Martineau and brought a scrutinizing eye to bear on Sir Richmond’s face.
“I want to go on talking to Miss Grammont for a day or so,” Sir Richmond admitted.
“Then I shall prefer to leave your party.”
There were some moments of silence.
“I am really very sorry to find myself in this dilemma,” said Sir Richmond with a note of genuine regret in his voice.
“It is not a dilemma,” said Dr. Martineau, with a corresponding loss of asperity. “I grant you we discover we differ—upon a question of taste and convenience. But before I suggested this trip, I had intended to spend a little time with my old friend Sir Kenelm Latter at Bournemouth. Nothing simpler than to go to him now....”
“I shall be sorry all the same.”
