"
"Oh, well, he's of no importance beyond being the source of a perfectly
topping billet for you." Ann brushed the owner of Heronsmere off the map
with an airy wave of her hand. "He's quite at liberty to enjoy his
womanless Eden as far as I'm concerned. Men--other than extremely nice
brothers, of course!--are really far more bother than they're worth.
They're--they're so _unexpected_"--with a swift recollection of the
upsetting vagaries of mood exhibited by a certain member of the sex.
Robin threw her a brief glance, then, drawing his whip lightly across the
cob's glossy flanks, he asked casually:
"And how did you leave the Brabazons?"
"They're both looking very fit after three months in Switzerland, of
course, but I think Tony found it a bit boring compared with Monte Carlo.
They came straight on to Montricheux from Mentone, you know."
"Tony still gambles as much as ever, then?"
Ann's face clouded.
"I'm afraid he does," she acknowledged. "At least, whenever he gets the
chance."
"Well, he won't get much chance down at Lorne," remarked Robin
philosophically.
"They're not going down to Lorne yet. They go back to Audley Square till
the end of this month.
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