"Perhaps not. But if you haven't got a sister you don't run much chance of seeing anyone else's. We don't know any decent ones. A few of my friends have sisters, but they seem pretty fair asses. I keep out of their way."
"That's rather funny, you know, because you're the sort of fellow that girls run after."
As Roland had been discussing for some time the ugliness of the type of man that appealed most to girls, this was hardly a compliment. Brewster did not notice it, however. Indeed, he evinced no great interest in the conversation. He was enjoying his tea.
"Oh, I don't think I am," he said. "At any rate none of them have run after me, so far."
"That's all you know," said Roland, and his voice assumed a tone that made Brewster look up quickly.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I know someone who is doing their best to."
Brewster flushed; the hand that was carrying a cream cake to his mouth paused in mid air.
"A girl! Who?"