“Talk it over when I come back from Oxford,” said Freddy.
“Perhaps,” said Kitty, “the thing would be for us to quarrel.”
“No, dash it! I don’t want to quarrel with you!”
“And I am sure I could never quarrel with you, Freddy!” said Kitty warmly.
“There you are, then! No sense in it.”
“I meant only that we should pretend to quarrel.”
“Wouldn’t answer at all,” said Freddy. “Everyone knows I ain’t quarrelsome. Tell you what, Kit: good notion if we don’t tease ourselves about that tiil we’ve packed your cousin off to France. Got to pack Dolph off to Ireland, too.”
“But you said you wished I would not!”
“Oh, well!” said Freddy, in a temporizing spirit. “I’d liefer you did that than started quarrelling with me! Come to think of it, it ain’t such a bad notion. Might as well be rid of Dolph while we’re about it. Mind, I don’t dislike the poor fellow, but it ain’t what I’d choose, having a cousin who’s queer in his attic loose on the town!”
“No, indeed! Oh, dear, I cannot help wishing that you were not obliged to go to Oxford tomorrow!”