"I do not consult him about household matters," she said stiffly.
"Of course not," said Ambrose; "but in this case I would be more comfortable if you spoke to him first." "Are you afraid of him ?" she inquired with raised eyebrows.
"No," said Ambrose coolly; "but I don't want to get you into trouble." Colina's eyes snapped.

"Thank you," she said; "you needn't be anxious.
You had better come--we dine at seven." "I will be there," he said.
By this time she was mounted.

As she gave Ginger his head Ambrose deftly caught her hand and kissed it.

Colina was not displeased.

If it had been self-consciously done she would have fumed.
She rode home with an uncomfortable little thought nagging at her breast.