"I thought you were friends," she said.
"What?
Oh, so we are." Ralph Dacre laughed, his easy, complacent laugh.
"But he's a dark horse, you know.

I never know quite how to take him.
Your brother Tommy is a deal more intimate with him than I am, though I have stabled with him for over four years.

He's a very clever fellow, there's no doubt of that--altogether too brainy for my taste.

Clever fellows always bore me.

Now I wonder how he strikes you." Again there was that slight pause before Stella spoke, but there was nothing very vital about it.