"Jack's love affairs," replied Philip, laughing.
"And by the same token we'll soon be talking of your own," said Tim, cruelly. "If you only knew the way he's been carrying on with the black-eyed colleen, Jack!"
"Nonsense," retorted Cassim, reddening; "I walked about Tlatonac with Don Miguel yesterday."
"You flirted with Eulalia last night, anyhow."
"Don't be jealous, Tim. It's a low-minded vice."
"Oh, so that is the way the wind blows, Philip," said Jack, stretching himself. "I knew you would fall in love with Eulalia. Now, it's no use protesting. I know the signs of love, because I've been through the mill myself."
"Two days' acquaintance, and you say I love the girl! Try again, Jack."
"Not I! Time counts for naught in a love affair. I fell in love with Dolores in two minutes!"
"Ah, that's the way with us all," said Tim, reflectively. "When I was in Burmah, there was a girl in Mandalay——"
"Tim, we don't want any of your immoral stories. You'll shock Peter—confound him, he's asleep again, like the fat boy in Pickwick. Well, gentlemen both, I am about to follow the doctor's example. I've been riding all day, and feel baked."