Lord Manville murmured something inarticulate and Adrian went on,
“I too have been thinking. Something had upset Candida before dinner last night. She looked as though the bottom had fallen out of her world and she was only half-conscious of what was going on around her – a very good thing as it happens. But she was miserable and depressed. It must have been something you had said to her before we went into dinner.”
“I did not understand,” Lord Manville murmured, almost as though he was talking to himself. “I did not realise – who she was.”
“Who she was?” Adrian echoed. “Surely you were aware that she is a lady. I may be a greenhorn in your eyes, but I realised that the moment I saw her.”
“You don’t understand,” Lord Manville said. “I bought her, do you hear, bought her with the horse
