The kennels themselves lay a further four miles beyond the Hall.
"Oh, how gorgeous it is!" exclaimed Nan, as their road cut through a wild piece of open country where, with the sea and the tall cliffs behind them, vista after vista of wooded hills and graciously sloping valleys unfolded in front of them.
"Yes, you get some fine scenery inland," replied Trenby.

"And the roads are good for motoring.

I suppose you don't ride ?" he added.
"Why should you suppose that ?" "Well"-- a trifle awkwardly--"one doesn't expect a Londoner to know much about country pursuits." Nan smiled.
"Are you imagining I've spent all my life in a Seven Dials slum ?" she asked serenely.
"No, no, of course not.

But--" "But country people take a very limited view of a Londoner.

We _do_ sometimes get out of town, you know--and some of us can ride and play games quite nicely! As a matter of fact I hunted when I was about six." Roger's face lightened, eagerly.
"Oh, then I hope you're staying at Mallow till the hunting season starts?
I've a lovely mare I could lend you if you'd let me." Nan shook her head and made a hasty gesture of dissent.
"Oh, no, no.