"Piggie and I have had a smell of powder," he answered briefly. "We want more."
"Well?" she said again.
"The question is, are we likely to get it."
"Not in England; not even in Cape Town," she answered, smiling at the spoons before her.
"Then where?"
"Wherever the Boers are thickest."
"Yes; but, after all, you are talking platitudes, Miss Dent," he said, with recurring impatience.
This time, she lifted her dark blue eyes to his face and allowed them to rest there for a full minute.
"But you forbade me to argue," she said demurely.
He dropped down into a chair and faced her resolutely.