“In what way?”
“Why! every way of course! There’s Daddy, and mother, and Eileen, and the aunties.” She paused a moment, but something in his eyes made her run on recklessly. “Oh! and the Sunday School, and the garden, and the hockey club, and the aunties’ cats, and Jack—!”
“It’s quite a long list,” looking amused, “and O’Hara at the far end.”
“He’s in good form to-night,” she said, gazing down at the group in the hall.
Ted followed her eyes.
“He seems to have cheered up since supper.”
“He can’t bear Lawrence Blake, he never could, and they were sitting rather near together at supper.”
“I fancy there’s a little rivalry,” he suggested.
“Oh, I don’t know!” with an attempt at unconcern. “He never did like him at any time.”
“Blake is a very clever man,” thoughtfully.