“Now, listen, Meg! Going to tell you something I don’t want you to repeat. Got to trust you.”
“As though you did not know I would never breathe a word to a soul of anything you told me in confidence!”
“Well, see you don’t, because it ain’t a story I want to find flying round the town!” said Freddy, unimpressed. “You remember what we were saying about the Chevalier before Jack brought him here?”
“No,” said Meg, mystified.
“Yes, you do! Told Kit he’d very likely turn out to be a dirty dish.”
“Oh, that! Yes, why?”
“Exactly what he has turned out to be,” said Freddy. “Not a Chevalier at all: deuced loose fish, in fact! Just what I thought: a dashed ivory-turner!”
“Freddy, no!” cried Meg, turning quite pale. “Oh, poor Kitty! Does she know?”
“Stupid fellow told her. Thing is, Meg, must get rid of him too!”
“Good heavens, yes! Only think of the scandal, if anyone should discover the truth!”