"What a beastly low mind you have, Tod. H'm! Shut up, and hold yourself tight. I am going to startle you."
"Startle away." Tod gripped the arms of his sedate chair.
"Well then, this Mavis Durham is the living image of Charity Bird."
Macandrew stared and glared. "You're rotting, boy. There can only be one angel in the world, and----"
"There are two of this especial make," insisted Gerald, leaning back. "I say, Toddy, do be serious."
"But are you serious?"
"I am, confound you. Don't I look it?"
Macandrew stared and glared again. "There is a change in you," he admitted--"love, I suppose. It's the same with myself."
"Tod, you don't know what love is."
"Oh, don't I? Hang your beastly conceit! Well then, I just do. I love my heavenly Charity, no end. So there. But aren't you pulling my leg when you say that Charity is the image of this Mavis girl?"