“Oh, Tracy, Tracy, I am even quarrelling with you!” she cried wretchedly. “Oh, why?⁠—why?”

“You are entirely mistaken, my dear. This is but the interchange of compliments. Pray, do not let me hinder you in the contribution of your share!”

Her lip trembled.

“Go on, Tracy, go on.”

“Very well. I had described her eyes, I think?”

“Very tediously.”

“I will strive to be brief. Her lips are the most kissable that I have ever seen⁠—”

“And, as you remarked, you have experience,” she murmured. He bowed ironically.

“Altogether she’s as spirited a filly as you could wish for. All she needs is bringing to heel.”