“Very true, but better than none!” flashed Kitty. “Nor did I tell lies about dining with aunts!”
“You did! You said you were dining in Hans Crescent!”
“It was the truth! I did dine there, and I hadn’t the least notion this was intended!”
The Chevalier, considerably alarmed by these signs of brewing storm, tried at this point to intervene, saying: “Ma chere cousine, we must return to our box, or Mrs. Scorton will become anxious!”
Neither lady paid any heed to this foolish interruption. Meg said: “Let me tell you that I am under the protection of my own cousin!”
“Fine protection!” instantly replied Kitty.
Mr. Westruther began to laugh. “End of Round 1!” he said. “Largely cross-and-jostle work, though both opponents appeared full of gaiety, ready to sport their canvases. We shall see some flush hits in the next round, Chevalier.”
“How dare you?” exclaimed Meg furiously. “I think, of all the odious people—”
“No, no, my love, you must not start sparring with me! I am your second!” said Mr. Westruther.
“I beg of you, my cousin, only consider!” said the Chevalier. “Already we attract notice!”