Then he exclaimed,—
'Come on, Meg,' as if it had been I who had stopped first.
'But,' I protested, 'what is the hurry, there was such a pretty girl looking at you in that shop.'
'Meg, will you come, there's a man staring at you.'
'But I don't mind the pretty girl staring at you, Ross;' but my brother said,—
'One really couldn't have one's women stared at by a chap like that.'
'Really, Ross,' I said, 'I'm not a harem.'
'You're a jolly sight more trouble to look after.'
'Oh, have you had much experience,' I asked. And then he said I was 'abominable.'
So we walked on.