“I mean, are you sure I’m not being a bore? I should love to stop, of course. But won’t you and your mother get blasted sick of me?”
“Don’t think she will,” said Maddox gravely. “I shall rather, but it doesn’t matter. In fact, I was wondering whether perhaps you’d mind going on Friday instead of Saturday.”
David laughed.
“That’s a poor shot at getting a rise out of me,” he said. “Absolute failure. I shan’t go away on Friday or Saturday.”
Frank just shrugged his shoulders, and stifled a yawn with dreadful versimilitude. David gave him one short, anxious glance.
“And that wasn’t such a poor shot after all,” said Frank. “Just for a second you wondered if I was in earnest.”
“No, I didn’t,” said David promptly.
“And that’s a lie,” said Frank.
David gave it up, and lay back on the sand again, beginning to unbutton.
“I know it is,” he said. “You yawned jolly well.”