“I’m awfully, dreadfully sorry.” Contrite, he took her bridle. “I was just being more than unusually bloody stupid.”
“Then you do think it’s a good idea?” Yvonne brightened slightly, even contriving again an air of mockery.
“Have you ever been to Canada?” he asked her.
“I’ve been to Niagara Falls.”
They rode on, Hugh still holding her bridle. “I’ve never been to Canada at all. But a Canuck in Spain, a fisherman pal of mine with the Macs-Paps, used to keep telling me it was the most terrific place in the world. British Columbia, at any rate.”
“That’s what Geoffrey used to say too.”
“Well, Geoff’s liable to be vague on the subject. But here’s what McGoff told me. This man was a Pict. Suppose you land in Vancouver, as seems reasonable. So far not so good. McGoff didn’t have much use for
