“Well, didn’t you undertake to teach me how last evening?”
“Teach you! Oh!”—a little ironically—“you’re a very apt pupil, Mr. Morton.”
I looked at her in mute remonstrance.
“With such a tutor, Miss Hamilton——”
She stopped me, laughing.
“Oh, you’re a dreadful boy! Let me give you some tea to keep you quiet.”
I drew a long sigh and attacked my breakfast vigorously. Presently she began again.
“Do you know Nanpantan, Mr. Morton, where the meet is this morning?”
“Very well,” I answered, cutting myself some more ham. “Do you mind giving me another cup of tea, Miss Hamilton? It was so good!”
She nodded and drew off her thick dogskin glove again.