“No, thank you.”
“Why? We’re quite free this morning.”
“I’m afraid.”
“What, that I shall challenge you to fight somewhere among the trees?”
“No; I don’t want to go and feed the ducks.”
“There, what did I say?” cried Andrew. “You really are about as quarrelsome a fellow as ever lived. No, no; I don’t mean that. Come on, Frank, old lad; I do want a breather this morning. I’ll do anything you like—run races if you wish.”
“Will Mr George Selby be out there on the look-out for you?”
“No,” said Andrew, with a gloomy look. “Poor fellow! I wish he would. Honour bright, we shan’t meet any one I sympathise with there.”
“Very well then, I’ll come.”
“Hurrah!” cried Andrew eagerly.