“Lord Urquhart flourished the knife with which he was dissecting a cold ham. “Not, that is to say, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.” He turned to Lady Urquhart. “Might be something in a shocker – eh?” Lady Urquhart, who was combing a Dandie Dinmont, shook her head. “No, Ian – not a Cocker. I never cared for their ears. But we might consider a Golden Retriever.” Lady Urquhart was very deaf. She was also a woman of somewhat circumscribed interests. “But deuced like Alex Blair. Mark you, I nev...er speak ill of a neighbour.” With great rapidity Lord Urquhart cut half a dozen slices from the ham. “And much less of a neighbour’s wife. It’s something I never knew good come of yet. The servants pick it up, you know, and pass it on to the tenantry. And that’s not good for any of us. So I never do it. What was I saying? Ah, yes. Damned foolish of Blair to marry that bitch.” “A bitch?” Lady Urquhart was doubtful. “But don’t you think Alice would prefer a dog?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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