Mr. Westruther laughed. “A very skilful one, Freddy!”
“A Greek?”
Mr. Westruther seemed surprised. “No, a Frenchman, surely?”
But Freddy was in no mood for such trifling. “That card will win no trick! Come, now! A Captain Sharp?”
“My dear Freddy, I have not the least reason to suppose it I Let us rather say, a first-rate player!”
Mr. Standen’s amiable countenance hardened. After staring fixedly at his cousin for a moment, he said with unusual dryness: “Playing a deep game, ain’t you, coz?”
“Why, what can you mean?” said Jack, raising his brows.
“Not sure,” said Mr. Standen cautiously. “Don’t know why you introduced the fellow to Kit.”
“You must be a trifle disguised,” said Mr. Westruther, regarding him with concern. “You have forgotten that Kitty was desirous of meeting her French connections. Isn’t she pleased with him? I was so sure she must be! A personable and a charming creature—you don’t agree?”
“Yes, I do,” Freddy replied. “Very pleasant fellow. Thing is, I’ve a notion there’s something havey-cavey about him, and I don’t like it.”