"You may be both.

We are all of us sinners, and certainly a great many of us are fools." "I wonder.

He isn't a fool." Stanistreet wondered too.

He wondered at the things she allowed herself to say; he wondered whether she was drawing any inference; and above all, he wondered at the shrinking introspective look on her careless face.
In another minute Mrs.Nevill Tyson had started from her seat and was waving her muff wildly in the air.

"Look--there he goes! Oh, _did_ you see him take that fence?
What an insane thing to do with the ground like that." He looked in the direction indicated by the muff, and saw Tyson riding far ahead of the hunt, a small scarlet blot on the gray-white landscape.
"By Jove! he rides as if he were charging the enemy's guns at the head of a line of cavalry." "Yes." She leaned back; the excitement faded from her face, and she sighed.