"She's a great deal too intelligent to be simple, and she comes of far too intelligent a family." "What family ?" said Mr.Flexen.
"She's a Quainton, with Italian blood in her veins." "The deuce she is!" cried Mr.Flexen, and half a dozen stories of the Quaintons rose in his mind.
He must amend his impressions of Lady Loudwater.
"And she has a keener sense of humour than any woman I ever came across," said Mr.Manley, driving his contention home.
"Has she ?" said Mr.Flexen.
There was a pause.

Then Mr.Manley said in a musing tone: "Do you suppose that Colonel Grey finds her simple ?" "What?
You don't think that there is really anything serious between them ?" said Mr.Flexen quickly.
"No, not really serious--at any rate, on Colonel Grey's part.

You can hardly expect a man, recovering very slowly from three bad wounds and still crocked up, to fall in love, can you?
Especially a man who, when he does fall in love, falls in love with the violence with which Grey is charged," said Mr.Manley.
"There is that," said Mr.Flexen.

"But that wouldn't prevent Lady Loudwater from falling in love with Colonel Grey.

And after the way her husband treated her, she must have needed something in the way of affection--badly." "It's no good a woman falling in love with a man unless he falls in love with her," said Mr.Manley, in the tone of a philosopher.