You are a handsome woman, and you are always thinking of other women's good looks." Emily gave a soft little gasp.
"But Lady Agatha," she said.

"I was sure it was Lady Agatha." "I don't want a girl," returned his lordship.

"A girl would bore me to death.

I am not going to dry-nurse a girl at the age of fifty-four.

I want a companion." "But I am so _far_ from clever," faltered Emily.
The marquis turned in his driving-seat to look at her.