“There’s only one Carol,” he said.
“I’m a nice support for a sister to lean on,” said Hugh bitterly. “And this letter is two weeks old.”
“I will attend to that with a wire,” said Ogden.
“You’ll tell her not to write to me, I suppose,” said Hugh with a sneer.
“No, I’ll tell her to write in my care, as you are recovering from a slight illness.”
“I told you, in the first place, what Carol would think of this whole performance.”
“I shall convert her,” declared Ogden. “I shall write to her to-night. Eat your luncheon, Hugh, and go on trusting in me.”
“Ho! Trusting!” muttered Hugh.