“By the way, Van,” said Sir Felix, “didn’t tell Trevor of our ’venture.”
“No,” said Vanleigh, kicking at his friend beneath the table; “been so taken up with other things. Brought home some neighbours of yours—without leave—in the waggonette.”
“Neighbours—without leave?” said Trevor, passing the claret. “We are all ears.”
“Some of us,” muttered Pratt, glancing at Sir Felix, and then looking perfectly innocent.
“Neighbours of yours—a Sir Hampton Court.”
“No, no—Weir or Here, or name of that sort,” said Sir Felix.
“Carriage broke down—two daughters—deuced fine girls, too.”
“Vewy,” said Sir Felix, arranging his gummy moustache.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed Trevor. “No one hurt?”
“Calm yourself, my friend,” said Vanleigh, proceeding in a most unruffled way. “The ladies were uninjured, and we—”