'You think so. She has a knack of pretending to be more unselfish than
another; but she is in reality intensely selfish.'

'All I can say is that it does not strike me so. I never saw any one give
way more good-humouredly than she did to-day.'

'I don't think that that is so wonderful, after all. She is only a paid
companion; and I do not see why she should go driving about the country
with you, and I be left at home.'

Hubert was somewhat shocked. The conversation paused.

'She gets on very well with men,' Emily said at last, breaking an
irritating silence somewhat suddenly. 'They say she is very good-looking.
Don't you think so?'

'Oh yes, she is certainly a pretty woman--or, I should say, a good-looking
woman. She is too tall to be what one generally understands as a pretty
woman.'

'Do you like tall women?'

At that moment the hunt appeared in the field at the bottom of the hill. A
grey horse had just got rid of his rider, and after galloping round and
round, his head in the air, stopped and began to graze. The others jumped
the hedge, and the greater part of the field got over the brook in capital
style. Emily and Hubert watched them with delighted eyes, for the sight was
indeed picturesque this fine autumn day. Even their horse pricked up his
ears and began neighing, and Hubert had to hold him tight in hand, lest he
should break away while they were enjoying the spectacle. At that moment a