“Of course; that is understood.”
“Very well, then, behave yourself, and don’t let Neil see anything, for he is as hot and peppery as—”
“You are.”
“If you like. He’s down, you know.”
“Who is? Your brother?”
“Yes. Came down by the mail, and got in here by three this morning, I suppose. I have not seen him yet.”
“Well, I like that,” said Sir Cheltnam.
“Like what?”
“Your lecturing me about being inattentive to your sister. Here’s the blue-jacket again.”
“What nonsense! He has always been like one of us. We were schoolboys together, and he has come here, as Neil and I used to go to the vicarage, just as if it was our own home.”