"Bless your heart, there's not a soul in the secret but my syce. We always get home all right, and Dom creeps in as easily as a roof cat."
"If you will take my advice, Master Jimmy, you won't go too far."
"Ten to fifteen miles is our limit——"
"Oh, shut up! You know what I mean; that girl, by the look of her, has the real tropical temperament. If you play any of your tricks you will find yourself in the wrong box! Unless I'm mistaken, Nature has given her teeth and claws, and the power to use them. Mind you, it's not for nothing she's called the Red Cat—and I never trust any one with that particular shade of red hair——"
"Red hair! Come, I like that! And what about your own crop of carrots, my boy? I admire Dom's hair; it is splendid—the true Venetian colour, whilst you are on the ginger shade——"
"Carrots and ginger! What mixed metaphors!"
"No! vegetables both! I grant you that Dom is not an everyday girl; she is quick and all alive, O! and she never bores, but keeps your wits on the stretch all the time. She is not a bit like any woman I have ever met before, and that is what appeals to me. She is awfully plucky, too. One night we drove over a buffalo, and were pitched out on the road, and, I give you my word, she simply shrieked with laughter."
"Pray, what is going to be the end of this?" inquired his cousin in a cool, judicial tone.
"Oh, I don't know——"
"Still in the early chapters of the romance, eh——?"