This
Sir Griffin felt to be almost an affront, as there was a certain process
of farewell for the night which he had anticipated. If she was going to
treat him like that, he would cut up rough, and she should know it.
"Well, Griff, so it's all settled," said Lord George in the smoking-room.
Frank Greystock was there, and Sir Griffin did not like it.
"What do you mean by settled? I don't know that anything is settled."
"I thought it was. Weren't you told so?" And Lord George turned to
Greystock.
"I thought I heard a hint," said Frank.
"I'm----if I ever knew such people in my life," said Sir Griffin. "They
don't seem to have an idea that a man's own affairs may be private."
"Such an affair as that never is private," said Lord George. "The women
take care of that. You don't suppose they're going to run down their game,
and let nobody know it."
"If they take me for game--"
"Of course you're game. Every man's game. Only some men are such bad game
that they ain't worth following. Take it easy, Griff; you're caught."
"No, I ain't."
"And enjoy the satisfaction of knowing that she's about the handsomest
girl out.
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