"We should miss the train, it goes in twelve minutes," she replied.
We stood on the platform for an interminable time trying to talk, but neither Mrs. Faulkner nor Nina seemed to take any interest in Fred and me, and I must say that Jack looked terribly uncomfortable at all the things which were said to him. Just before the train was due, however, Nina took my arm and drew me away from the others, and I hoped that she was going to tell me something pleasant, but her first words banished that idea.
"I want you to ask Mr. Ward to stay with us in July," she said.
"I shall do nothing of the kind," I answered.
"He jumped into the river to save me."
"You can swim all right."
"But he didn't know that."
"Mrs. Faulkner makes me ill. I think you might stop her making such a fuss; she has made Jack feel uncomfortable, and Fred never says a word. I think you are treating Fred jolly badly," I said.
"I suppose he will be down in July," she replied, rather disagreeably.
"Of course he will."