“No, a promise is a promise with me,” said Jack. “And I didn’t drink much, Len, ’pon my honor; but I was upset, and when a man is upset he——”
“He generally tries to get run over,” said Leonard, with a smile.
Jack stared, then he laughed.
“By George! yes. I remember!”
“But always does not get the luck to be rescued by a beautiful young lady—who is an heiress—and who, instead of giving him in charge for blocking the queen’s highway, brings him home in her brougham.”
“It was a kind thing to do, certainly,” said Jack, with a yawn.
“Kind is a mild way of putting it,” remarked Leonard.
“It was more than I deserved,” said Jack; “much more, and she’s a brick.”
“The man who calls Lady Isabel Earlsley a brick should be a bold man.”
At last Jack looked up, and pressing his chair back, said: