“I claim you before them.”
Wareham sighed wearily.
“Haven’t we gone through it all? I tell you I know what I am about.”
“That letter. It has something to do with that letter, I’ll swear it has! And what rubbish! As if anything you said could ever come between us. Out with it, man; let’s hear this mighty matter. Then perhaps you’ll stay and study your Norwegian in peace.”
“My Norwegian must wait. The Ceylon has me fast booked.”
Hugh was put out.
“I never knew you so stiff!” he cried, with vexation in his tone.
“You must take my word that I have reasons.”
“At any rate, you might give me one.” Wareham was silent. Hugh kicked at a rope.
“What on earth can I say to Anne?”