Toby pondered a moment.
"That's not up to much, Buck," he said. "It wouldn't drive the man away unless he went simply from pique. And supposing he tells me Kit didn't write to me? Perhaps he has had a letter from her saying what fun they'll have."
"Oh, of course, if he says you lie," said Buck suggestively.
"Do you know the man?" asked Toby with rapture. "He is quite beautiful, with curly hair, rings, and scent, and I expect, if we knew all, stays."
Buck, it is idle to blink the fact, spat on the ground.
"Yes, I know him," he said. "Hell is full of such. By the way, I haven't seen you since you were engaged to be married. What an idiotic thing to do!"
"That happens to be your opinion, does it?" asked Toby mildly.
"Yes. I'm delighted, really. Congratulations. But the plan doesn't seem to suit you."
"No; it's rotten," said Toby. "I want something certain. This easily might not come off."