“Then the Trent Rink is to be a short-lived affair?”
“As far as I have any say about it.”
“It was opened in your honor, and it shall be closed at your command,” Alec laughed.
“You’re getting to be as accommodating as Uncle Cliff! I couldn’t put it stronger. But, Alec, how could you—”
“How could I what?”
“Let your grandfather think it was all—”
“See here,” Alec interposed. “I thought we were not to spoil—anything. Truly, Blue Bonnet, he did a lot of the work; and I daresay it may have looked to him as if he had pulled it off.”
“I don’t care how it looked to him! And if he is your cousin—I don’t like him—one bit! And I’ve had a splendid time—but it’s you I’m thanking for it!”
“You don’t expect me to find fault with you for that,” Alec laughed. “Good night, my lady.”
“Good night,” Blue Bonnet answered, and went on into the sitting-room to give Grandmother and Aunt Lucinda an account of the afternoon’s doings.