“And you tried to show it with more force than politeness; which was cheek when you weren’t anything much to boast of yourself.”
They had reached the terminus and now climbed down, walking off homeward together at a brisk pace.
“By the way, how’s that long-legged, broad-shouldered British bull-dog specimen who came to say good-by before going to South Africa?” he asked.
“Umph! sour grapes!” with a little snort.
Basil was pleased. He felt as if he were getting a little of his own back again.
“Feeling a bit love-sick, eh?” he asked.
“If I were, I should think I had caught it from you,” scathingly.
“Oh, I’ve given all that sort of thing up now; but I’m naturally interested in your affairs, being a cousin. When did he say he should be back?”
“I didn’t ask him.”
“Ah! I expect he had already told you.”