As Adrien descended the stairs, Jasper Vermont entered the hall below
him.
"Ah, just in time!" he said with his amicable smile. "You're off to the
Park, I suppose?"
"I don't know yet," returned Adrien evasively. "What do you think of the
motor?"
"Worthy even of Adrien Leroy," replied Jasper, with the faintest
suspicion of a sneer, which, however, passed unperceived by his friend.
"By the way," he continued, as they walked to the door together, "I have
just left Ada in tears, poor girl; repentance followed closely on
repletion. She vows solemnly to refrain from onions and patchouli for
the future, and begs for the return of your favour."
Leroy smiled gravely at his companion's flippant tones.
"You make an eloquent advocate; but there's little need for pity in her
case; her tastes are natural to her class. I was to blame for not
realising it before; but she'll be well set up for the future," he said,
and forthwith dismissed the subject from his mind. "But Jasper, what of
this chestnut entered the steeplechase?"
Vermont's dark, restless eyes dropped for a moment; then he said
lightly:
"Do you mean that Yorkshire screw? Oh, he is all right! Can't run the
course, I should say, let alone the last rise.
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