Hurley met Shane Warne last July when she was presenting a prize at Goodwood races.
"She's the best thing Lady Tattersall ever had on hand," said Goodwood, drawing his whip over his off-wheeler's back.
She had no faith in Mr. Goodwood's compensations and no esteem for them.
To the Thursdays Mr. Goodwood came regularly, solemnly, rather early; he appeared to regard them with a good deal of gravity.
She disliked Mr. Goodwood's questions, but she said to herself that she owed it to him to satisfy him as far as possible.
"You got it for once, Goodwood," laughed Carruthers, as they drove away in his tilbury.
