"He's awfully clever, you know," she continued; "but he wouldn't
always talk. Sometimes he just sat and said nothin', or read a
book."

A sudden intuition discovered Mr. Gay's feelings to me.

"You were talking about the run, or something, I suppose?"

"Yes, or the bag, you know."

As she spoke she pulled up Ready and Rhino. The little groom
jumped down and stood under (not at) their heads. I leant back
and surveyed the crowd sitting and walking. Miss Phaeton flicked
a fly off Rhino's ear, put her whip in the socket, and leant
back also.

"Then I suppose you didn't care much about him?" I asked.

"Oh, I liked him pretty well," she answered very carelessly.

At this moment, looking along the walk, I saw a man coming toward
us. He was a handsome fellow, with just a touch of "softness" in
his face. He was dressed in correct fashion, save that his hair
was a trifle longer, his coat a trifle fuller, his hat a trifle
larger, his tie a trifle looser than they were worn by most. He
caught my attention, and I went on looking at him for a little
while, till a light movement of my companion's made me turn my
head.