“Well, dash it, Kit, you don’t suppose I’m going to blab it out to anyone, do you?”
She sighed. “No. Of course you would not. The thing is, my cousin, the—my cousin Camille was there tonight.”
“Thought very likely he would be.”
“Yes, but—Freddy, what do you know of him?”
“Don’t know anything,” replied Freddy firmly. “Seems a very pleasant fellow!”
“Has Jack said anything to you about him?”
“Said he was your cousin. Told us so one evening at Meg’s place. Must remember that, Kit!”
“Is that all Jack knows?”
“Lord, how should I—Dash it, Kit, I’m not going to answer a lot of questions, when I don’t know what the deuce you’ve got in your head! Silly thing to do! Bound to land myself in the basket! What’s Jack been saying to you?”
“Nothing! It was Camille himself, who—who made a—a shocking disclosure to me this evening. Freddy, it seems that he is not a Chevalier at all, but a—I must say, an adventurer I”