"Oh, Derek," protested his mother, "what about Josie Speyde?"
"Yes, what about her?" leaning back, with his hands in his pockets.
"You were one of her boys, I know!"
"She taught me to dance,—I'll say that for her."
"She taught you to flirt too."
"Don't expect the fellow wanted much teaching!" broke in Lord Torquilstone. "Any nice little girls out in India?"
"Oh yes, lots."
"I hope you didn't leave your heart, behind, Derek? I warn you that as daughter-in-law, I refuse to receive an Indian spin."
"Oh, there's no fear of that," replied Derek, lighting a cigarette, and tossing the match into the fireplace.
"I suppose you know your uncle is very anxious that you should marry."