"No, Miss Betty, I'm not. But I know you will refuse to believe me."
"My dear boy, do you know you have black lines beneath your eyes?"
"More remarks about my face!" he sighed, and glanced at O'Hara, who had risen.
"You are quite right, Miss Beauleigh, I must go. May I come again to-morrow?"
"Surely," she beamed. "We shall be delighted to welcome you."
O'Hara bent over the bed.
"Then au revoir, Jack. My lady sent her love to her 'Cousin Harry'—the saucy puss!"
"Did she? How prodigious kind of her, Miles! And you'll give her mine, and kiss her—"
"Yes?" said O'Hara with dangerous calm. "I'll kiss her what?"
"Her hand for me!" ended Carstares, bubbling over. "Good-bye, and thank you—"