The side of Arabella’s lips turned up. “Well, well, Emma.” “Is he as you imagined?” “A good deal more.” She smiled, then let the curtain drop and looked at me. “I approve. I could be happy staring at such a husband. You should marry him. We can spend our shooting weekends staring at your husband while mine pays the bill.” “That is a terrible thing to say, Arabella.” “Terrible? Here I was thinking it was rather practical.”
