“Johnny Carloss!” Lord Melburne exclaimed. “He is a very decent chap, a sportsman and exceeding warm in the pocket. He is most certainly not concerned with your money. Are you interested in him?”
“No,” Clarinda replied.
“Why not?” Lord Melburne enquired.
“He is too immature,” she answered.
“I beg your pardon!” Lord Melburne exclaimed in surprise.
“I said,” Clarinda repeated, “he is too immature.”
“Do you know the meaning of the word?” Lord Melburne then asked. “John Carloss is twenty-seven if he is a day. You are – I think – just nineteen!”
“I am sorry if it seems to you that I am being presumptuous, but his Grace admitted to me that he never reads a book from one year’s end to another. You might well think of him as a sportsman, but, although I am sure that he tools his horses well
