“Old Levi. He’s frightfully rich. Come to see Pater.”
“Then why isn’t Sebastian frightfully rich? Has he quarrelled with his dad?”
“Secret,” said Luke shortly. “Come along, let’s be off.”
“No—wait—tell me, Luke. Do. I won’t tell, honest Injun. You might, Luke, because it’s my birthday.”
“As if that was a reason,” scorning her femininity. “Besides, you’ll blab.”
“No, I won’t.” And she added: “You might tell me, Luke,—I’m paying for your tea.”
Luke was not offended; indeed, he thought she had put forth a fairly strong argument.
“Well, when he got sort of engaged to Letty, his Guv’nor was going to make him partner at the Stores, and start him on fifteen hundred quid a year.” He repeated the sum impressively. And Jinny gasped:
“My hat!”
“He’s chucked it,” finished Luke, still more impressively.