“Exactly so! Dashed awkward situation. Queered me how to settle it, I can tell you. Hit on a notion just now. Get rid of them both!”
Meg stared at him. “Both? Do you mean Miss Broughty as well?”
“That’s it. Poor girl’s in the devil of a pucker! Gosford offering for her, and she won’t have him. Ran off to beg Kit to help her. Met her in the Square, and she told me all about it. Very fortunate circumstance, because it gave me a notion. Pack ’em both off to France!”
“You must be mad!”
“No, I ain’t. In love with one another. At least, the girl is: keeps talking on about her Camille till you can’t but feel queasy! Kit says d’Evron is too. Shouldn’t be surprised: seems to be more of a gudgeon than you’d think. Trouble is, knows his case is hopeless.”
“I should think so, Indeed! If ever I saw an odious, scheming woman—”
“Got to elope with her. Going to tell him so,” said Freddy.
“Freddy!” gasped his scandalized sister.
“No need to screech,” said Freddy. “Dashed good notion!”
“It is quite shocking! And when I think that you are for ever telling me I am bird-witted, I declare I could slap you! She had very much better marry Sir Henry!”