“He’s as good a sportsman as either of you, at heart,” she said warmly. “And I hope he may make you see it before this doctor’s done with him!”
“This doctor!” jeered Horace, quick to echo her change of tone as well. “You mean the fool who wanted to send that kid round the world on his own?”
“He’s no fool, Horace, and you know nothing whatever about him.”
“No; but I know something about our Tony! If he took the least care of himself at home, there might be something to be said for letting him go; but he’s the most casual young hound I ever struck.”
“I know he’s casual.”
Lettice made the admission with reluctance; next moment she was sorry her sense of fairness had so misled her.
“Besides,” said Horace, “he wouldn’t be cured if he could. Think what he’d miss!”
“Oh, if you’re coming back to that, there’s no more to be said.”
And the girl halted at the lighted windows.
“But I do come back to it. Isn’t he up in town at this moment under this very doctor of yours?”