“Timothy,” she said in a shocked voice, “did you lose all the money you won in Funchal?”
Timothy rubbed his nose.
“I didn’t exactly lose it,” he said. “I lent it and it has just been repaid.”
“Mrs. Renfrew doesn’t think it proper your travelling on the same boat. She thinks you ought not to have come to Madeira after me—us.”
There was mischief in Mary’s eyes, in spite of the solemnity of her tone.
“I shouldn’t worry about what Mrs. Renfrew thinks,” said Timothy. “Why, you’re almost as badly off for cousins as I am.”
“As you are?” she said in surprise. “Have you any cousins?”
“Hundreds of ’em,” said Timothy glibly.
“Who are they?” she asked, interested.
She had reached a stage in their friendship when his relatives were immensely interesting.