“Pretty rough luck on us,” said Priscilla, “Jimmy Kinsella turning up just at that moment. I wonder if that woman is a man in disguise. She might be, you know. They sometimes are.”
“Couldn’t possibly. No man would have been such a fool as to go trying to dry anybody with a pocket handkerchief. Only a woman——”
“If it comes to that,” said Priscilla, “no woman would have been such a fool as to let that boat go the way he did. Girls aren’t the only asses in the world, Cousin Frank.”
“Besides,” said Frank, “she evidently took a lot of trouble to persuade him to change his clothes. That looks as if——”
“It does, rather. I daresay she’s his aunt. It’s just the kind of thing Aunt Juliet would have done before she took to Christian Science. Now, of course, it would be against her principles. Let’s have another Californian peach to fill in the time.”
Frank handed the tin to her and afterwards helped himself.
“Have you drunk all your beer, Cousin Frank?”
“No. Want some?”
“I was only thinking,” said Priscilla, “that perhaps you’d better not. I’ve just recollected King John.”
“What about him?”