Her dark eyes glanced straight at Paul.
"Oh, good-evening, Miss Leivers," she said.

"It's ages since you've been down." Miriam introduced her friends.
"Your horse IS a fine fellow!" said Clara.
"Isn't he!" Again she kissed him.

"As loving as any man!" "More loving than most men, I should think," replied Clara.
"He's a nice boy!" cried the woman, again embracing the horse.
Clara, fascinated by the big beast, went up to stroke his neck.
"He's quite gentle," said Miss Limb.

"Don't you think big fellows are ?" "He's a beauty!" replied Clara.
She wanted to look in his eyes.

She wanted him to look at her.
"It's a pity he can't talk," she said.
"Oh, but he can--all but," replied the other woman.
Then her brother moved on with the horse.
"Are you coming in?
DO come in, Mr .-- I didn't catch it." "Morel," said Miriam.