“Put his hand upon my shoulder, and pushed me aside. ‘Out of the way, booby!’ he said in German. A rude boor!”
“Oh, it was his rough way, perhaps. You mustn’t take any notice of that.”
“Mustn’t I?” exclaimed Andrew. “We shall see. That isn’t all. I hate him for another thing.”
“You’re a queer fellow, Drew. I think you divide the world into two sets—those you hate and those you love.”
“And a good division too. But these German fellows want teaching a lesson, and somebody will be teaching it if they don’t mend. Oh! I hate that fellow, and so ought you to.”
“Why? Because he is a German?”
“Not for that. I’ll tell you. I didn’t see you yesterday, or I’d have told you then. You were in the big reception-room?”
“When my father was on duty with his company of the Guards?”
“Yes, and your mother was in the Princess’s train.”
“Yes, and I didn’t get one chance to speak to her.”