They met many who greeted them cordially, and numbers of Frank's old club friends summoned him to the sacred fires at his earliest opportunity.

The two talked chiefly of the people they met, and Frank thrilled with admiration at his wife's gentle judgment of everybody.
"The true thing, absolutely the true thing," he said; and he was conscious, too, that her instincts were right and searching, for once or twice he saw her face chill a little when they met one or two men whose reputations as chevaliers des dames were pronounced.

These men had had one or two confusing minutes with Lali in their time.
"How splendidly you ride!" he said, as he came up swiftly to her, after having chatted for a moment with Edward Lambert.

"You sit like wax, and so entirely easy." "Thank you," she said.

"I suppose I really like it too well to ride badly, and then I began young on horses not so good as Musket here--bareback, too!" she added, with a little soft irony.
He thought--she did not, however--that she was referring to that first letter he sent home to his people, when he consigned her, like any other awkward freight, to their care.