'To see a shallow young tuft expecting to get whatever he chooses to ask for, and every one else encouraging him in it—even those who should have more sense!'
'Meaning me!' said Lance, putting an arm in his and walking him off to the end of the ticket-taker's little platform; but they had no sooner turned back than he exclaimed, 'There's that fellow again!'
There indeed he was, with 'Here's your parasol, Miss Underwood. Of course you know the guilty person?'
'Mine was almost exactly like Lady Caergwent's, thank you!' said Robina, comparing the plain blue sun-shade with the one she held.
'Except that hers is minus the tassel,' said Lord Ernest. 'You plainly don't understand the principle of barter and exchange.'
'What? Always to take the least scratchy slate, and longest slate pencil!' said Angel.
'That's an essentially school illustration that I should not have dared to make,' said Lord Ernest.
'Nor I,' said Angela, 'but for the blissful fact that I'm no longer a schoolgirl.'
'I envy you,' he said, with something like a sigh. 'Your wings are grown!'
But there Robina uneasily said, 'You are keeping Lady Caergwent all this time without her parasol.'