"No, I don't want to quarrel," said Toby, "but I intend that you shall go away."
"That is so thoughtful of you," said Comber.
He was getting a little agitated, and had recourse to the scent-bottle again. He did not like fencing with the buttons off.
Toby did not answer at once; he was thinking of the suggestion he had made to his mother. He determined to use it as a threat, at any rate.
"Look here," he said; "Kit may choose her own friends as much as she pleases, but she cannot go staying alone with you at a place like this. Either you go or I telegraph to Jack."
Lord Comber laughed.
"Do you really suppose Jack would really mind?" he said.
"And do you know that you are speaking of my brother?" asked Toby.
"I'm sure that is not Jack's fault," remarked Comber.
"No. Then, as you say, if Jack won't mind, I'll telegraph to him at once. Have you a form here? Oh, it doesn't matter; I can get one in the office."