‘What’s the matter?’ asked Dolly vigorously.

‘Broke down at Ascot.  But I daresay it’s a lie.’

‘Sure to be a lie,’ said Dolly.  ’What do you think of Madame Scholzdam, Miss Boncassen?’

‘I am not a good judge.’

‘Never heard anything equal to it yet in this world,’ said Dolly.  ‘I wonder whether that’s true about Coalheaver.’

‘Tifto says so.’

‘Which at the present moment,’ asked Miss Boncassen, ’is the greater favourite with the public, Madame Scholzdam or Coalheaver?’

‘Coalheaver is a horse.’

‘Oh—­a horse!’

‘Perhaps I ought to say a colt.’

’Do you suppose, Dolly, that Miss Boncassen doesn’t know all that?’ asked Silverbridge.

’He supposes that my American ferocity has never been sufficiently softened for the reception of polite erudition.

‘You two have been quarrelling, I fear.’

‘I never quarrel with a woman,’ said Dolly.

’Nor with a man in my presence, I hope, said Miss Boncassen.

‘Somebody seems to have got out of bed at the wrong side,’ said Silverbridge.

‘I did,’ said Miss Boncassen.  ’I got out of bed at the wrong side.  I am cross.  I can’t get over the spoiling of my flounces.  I think you had better both go away and leave me.  If I could walk about the room for half an hour and stamp my feet, I should get better.’  Silverbridge thought that as he had come last, he certainly ought to be left last.  Miss Boncassen felt that, at any rate, Mr Longstaff should go.  Dolly felt that his manhood required him to remain.  After what had taken place he was not going to leave the field vacant for another.  Therefore he made no effort to move.

‘That seems rather hard upon me,’ said Silverbridge.  ’You told me to come.’

’I told you to come and ask after us all.  You have come and asked after us, and have been informed that we are very bad.  What more can I say? you accuse me of getting out of bed the wrong side, and I own that I did.’

‘I meant to say that Dolly Longstaff had done so.’

‘And I say it was Silverbridge,’ said Dolly.

’We are aren’t very agreeable together, are we?  Upon my word I think you’d better both go.’  Silverbridge immediately got up from his chair; upon which Dolly also moved.

‘What the mischief is up?’ asked Silverbridge, when they were under the porch together.

’The truth is, you never can tell what you are to do with those American girls.’

‘I suppose you have been making up to her.’

’Nothing in earnest.  She seemed to me to like admiration, so I told her I admired her.’

‘What did she say then?’

’Upon my word, you seem to be very great at cross-examining.  Perhaps you had better go back and ask her.’

‘I will next time I see her.’  Then he stepped into his cab, and in a loud voice ordered the man to drive him to the Zoo.  But when he had gone a little way up Portland Place, he stopped the driver and desired that he might be taken back again to the hotel.  As he left the vehicle he looked round for Dolly, but Dolly had certainly gone.  Then he told the waiter to take his card to Miss Boncassen, and explain that he had something to say which he had forgotten.