..?"
PETER: "Not a bit! You are a regular woman. I thought differently
of you somehow!"
MARGOT: "You thought I was a dog-fancier or a rough-rider, did
you, with a good thick skin?"
PETER: "I fail to understand you! Are you alluding to the manners
of my horses?"
MARGOT: "No, to your friends."
PETER: "Ah! Ah! Nous y sommes! ... How can you be so childish!
What did Mrs. Bo say to you?"
MARGOT: "Oh, spare me from going into your friends' affairs!"
PETER (flushed with temper, but trying to control himself): "What
does it matter what an old woman says whose nose has been put out
of joint in the hunting-field?"
MARGOT: "You told me she was young."
PETER: "What an awful lie! You said she was pretty and I disagreed
with you." Silence. "What did she say to you? I tell you she is
jealous of you in the hunting-field!"
MARGOT: "No, she's not; she's jealous of me in your bedroom and
says I don't know right from wrong."
PETER (startled at first and then bursting out laughing): "There's
nothing very original about that!"
MARGOT (indignantly): "Do you mean to say that it's a platitude?
And that I DON'T know right from wrong?"
PETER (taking my hands and kissing them with a sigh of intense
relief): "I wonder!"
MARGOT (getting up): "Well, after that, nothing will induce me to
stay down here or ride any of your horses ever again! No regiment
of soldiers will keep me!"
PETER: "Really, darling, how can you be so foolish! Who would ever
think it wrong to go and see a poor devil ill in bed! You had to
ride my horse back to its stable and it was your duty to come and
ask after me and thank me for all my kindness to you and the good
horses I've put you on!"
MARGOT: "Evidently in this country I am not wanted, Mrs.
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