"Perhaps she'll be angry."
"I daresay."
"Oh, Theo, ought we to do it, do you think?" Jack asked in a troubled tone.
"You're surely not going to cry off now!" Theodore exclaimed in disgust, his eyes sparkling with anger.
"No, no. But I thought Jane might be frightened when she found us gone, and—and—" Jack paused, stammering and flushing beneath his stepbrother's scornful look.
"And—and—," Theodore mimicked impatiently. "What a coward you are. Look here, Jack, do you mean to go with me, or don't you?"
"Oh, yes, yes, Theo," the other answered quickly, "I do."
"Because if you don't want to come, say so and stay at home. Don't come and then say I made you."
"Of course I shouldn't do that. I—I want to go with you. I do really."
"Very well. We must start as soon as ever we can. Come along."