“Not much good though, when I know the truth.”
“I tell you I wasn’t crying,” stamping her foot.
“Very well, then, we’ll begin again. How did you manage to get such a cold, Gwen?”
“I haven’t a cold.”
“Indeed! I thought your eyes were running.”
She made no reply. Lawrence drew near and leaned on the table beside her.
“What’s the matter, chum?” he said coaxingly.
“Oh! just everything,” she broke out. “I can’t think why Heaven made men such fools.”
“Admirers getting entangled?” he asked.
“Yes,” pettishly. “I believe Captain O’Connor is going to make Lord Selloyd fight.”