"
"There are many much better ones."
"Don't say that, my son!" the old man protested. "There's nothing
better than this."
"I've got a very good one; I think in some respects it's rather
better," said Lord Warburton, who as yet had not spoken, but who had
kept an attentive eye upon Miss Archer. He slightly inclined
himself, smiling; he had an excellent manner with women. The girl
appreciated it in an instant; she had not forgotten that this was Lord
Warburton. "I should like very much to show it to you," he added.
"Don't believe him," cried the old man; "don't look at it! It's a
wretched old barrack- not to be compared with this."
"I don't know- I can't judge," said the girl, smiling at Lord
Warburton.
In this discussion Ralph Touchett took no interest whatever; he
stood with his hands in his pockets, looking greatly as if he should
like to renew his conversation with his new-found cousin. "Are you
very fond of dogs?" he enquired by way of beginning. He seemed to
recognize that it was an awkward beginning for a clever man.
"Very fond of them indeed."
"You must keep the terrier, you know," he went on, still awkwardly.
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