But hers was rather the practical intelligence, his the creative.

That she had the force of character, on occasion the fierceness, which he lacked, was no small source of her attraction for him.
"And how was the hog this morning ?" she said, ready to be soothing.
"The hog" was their pet name for Lord Loudwater.
"Beastly.

He's an utterly loathsome fellow," said Mr.Manley with conviction.
"Oh, no; not utterly--at any rate, not if you're independent of him," she protested.
"Does he ever come into contact with any one who is not dependent on him?
I believe he shuns them like the pest." "Not into close contact," she said--"at any rate, nowadays.

But I've known him to do good-natured things; and then he's very fond of his horses." "That makes the way he treats every human being who is in any way dependent on him all the more disgusting," said Mr.Manley firmly.
"Oh, I don't know.

It's something to be fond of animals," she said tolerantly.
"This morning he had a devil of a row with Hutchings, the butler, you know, and discharged him." "That was a silly thing to do.