“Pretty sure,” he said, sulkily.
“Who is it?”
“Oh, well, if you must know, Harry Dasent.”
“That cousin I saw here?”
“Yes, bless him! Only wait till we meet.”
“Oh!” ejaculated Jenny, and then she turned to go; but Claud caught her arm.
“No, no; you might say something kind now you’ve found out you’re wrong.”
“Very well then, I will, Claud Wilton. First of all, I never cared a bit for you, and—”
“Don’t believe you. Go on,” he said, laughing.
“Secondly, take my advice and go away at once, for if my brother should meet you there will be a terrible scene. He believes horrible things of you, and I know he’ll kill you.”