'You 're handsomer than when I met you first--by heaven you are!' She flushed her dark brown-red late-sunset. 'Brunes are exceptional in England.' 'Thousands admiring you, of course! I know, my love, I have a jewel.' She asked him: 'What are jewels for?' and he replied, 'To excite cupidity.' 'When they 're shut in a box?' 'Ware burglars! But this one is not shut up. She shuts herself up. And up go her shoulders! Decide to be out of it, and come to Paris for some life for a month. No? It's positive? When do you expect your little school friend?' 'After Easter. Aunt will be away.' 'Your little friend likes the country. I'll go to my house agents. If there 's a country house open on the upper Thames, you can have swimming, boating, botanizing . . .' He saw her throat swallow. But as he was offering agreeable things he chose to not understand how he was to be compassionate. 'Steignton?' she said, and did her cause no good by saying it feebly. His look of a bygone awake-in-sleep old look, drearily known to her, was like a strip of sunlight on a fortress wall. It signified, Is the poor soul pushing me back to that again? She compelled herself to say: 'Your tenant there?' 'Matter of business . . . me and my tenant,' he remarked. 'The man pays punctually.' 'The lease has expired.' 'Not quite. You are misinformed.' 'At Easter.' 'Ah! Question of renewing.' 'You were fond of the place.' 'I was fond of the place? Thank Blazes, I'm not what I was!' He paced about. 'There's not a corner of the place that doesn't screw an eye at me, because I had a dream there. La gloire!' The rest he muttered. 'These English!' was heard. Aminta said: 'Am I never to see Steignton?' Lord Ormont invoked the Powers. He could not really give answer to this female talk of the eternities. 'Beaten I can never be,' he said, with instinctive indulgence to the greater creature. 'But down there at Steignton, I should be haunted by a young donkey swearing himself the fellow I grew up out of. No doubt of that. I don't like him the better for it. Steignton grimaces at a cavalry officer fool enough at his own risks and penalties to help save India for the English. Maunderers! You can't tell--they don't know themselves--what they mean. Except that they 're ready to take anything you hand 'em, and then pipe to your swinging. I served them well--and at my age, in full activity, they condemn me to sit and gape!' He stopped his pacing and gazed on the glass of the window. 'Would you wish me not to be present at this fencing?' said Aminta. 'Dear me! by all means, go, my love,' he replied. Any step his Fair Enemy won in the secret game Pull between them, she was undisputedly to keep. She suggested: 'It might lead to unpleasantness.' 'Of what sort?' 'You ask?' He emphasized: 'Have you forgotten? Something happened after that last ball at Challis's Rooms. Their women as well as their men must be careful not to cross me.'