"She is a young lady with a will of her own, I fancy. Extremely well fitted to make a rumpus. She would know what she liked."
"She doesn't like you," said Grandcourt, with the ghost of a smile.
"Perfectly true," said Lush, adding again in a markedly sneering tone. "However, if you and she are devoted to each other, that will be enough."
Grandcourt took no notice of this speech, but sipped his coffee, rose, and strolled out on the lawn, all the dogs following him.
Lush glanced after him a moment, then resumed his cigar and lit it, but smoked slowly, consulting his beard with inspecting eyes and fingers, till he finally stroked it with an air of having arrived at some conclusion, and said in a subdued voice,
"Check, old boy!"

"She has a will of her own, I fancy. Extremely well fitted to make a rumpus. She would know what she liked."
"She doesn't like you," said Grandcourt, with the ghost of a smile.
"Perfectly true," said Lush, with another sneer. "However, if you and she are devoted to each other, that will be enough."
Grandcourt took no notice, but sipped his coffee, rose, and strolled out on the lawn, all the dogs following him.
Lush glanced after him, then took up his cigar and smoked slowly, till he finally said-
"Check, old boy!"
