“Don’t, Franky—don’t be a donkey I’m worried and bothered, old man. Help me: don’t get in my way.”
“I that moment proposed getting out of it,” said Pratt, quietly.
“Tut, tut, tut!—you know I didn’t mean you. Look here, Frank, I want to go out this afternoon—to make a call.”
Pratt made a grimace, and an attempt to feel his friend’s pulse.
“No, no; don’t play the fool now,” said Trevor. “You know I’ve only just got those two down, and it would be so rude to leave them.”
“And you don’t want to take them—with you?”
“No, certainly not,” exclaimed Trevor, hastily.
“But they have been introduced,” said Pratt.
“To whom—where?” said Trevor.
“Oh, my dear, transparent, young sea deity,” said Pratt, laying his hand on Trevor’s shoulder. “It is so easy to see through you. Of course you don’t want to go straight off to Sir Hampton Court’s this afternoon.”