"So I can. She's a nice girl."
Harry twirled his hat in his fingers. His brain had conceived more diplomacy.
"It'll be a fine chance for you to win her heart," he suggested with a tentative laugh.
"I might do worse," said Willie Ruston.
"You might—much worse," said Harry eagerly.
"Aren't you rather giving away your friend young Haselden?"
"Who told you, Ruston?"
"Lady Val. Who told you?"
"Semingham."
"Ah! Well, what would Haselden say to your idea?"