'What did she call you?' said Will
'Copsey. Oh, Copse, Underwood—the children all call me so. It is my pet name.'
'Insufferable impudence!' muttered Will. 'And what were you thinking of, Lance, to talk of getting him a dog of that breed, when you know Graeme would as soon sell his children?'
'Was not he very proud of the Richborough keeper coming over after them?'
'Those weren't sold.'
'I beg your pardon. Dick told me what he got for them.'
'One may do a thing for a neighbour, that one wouldn't for a chance stranger at a station.'
'You Red Republican!' said Angela.
'It is enough to make one a republican in earnest.'
'In earnest, indeed!' mischievously echoed Angela.