“I don’t know about his Governor, Mr. Wilbraham, because I’m not received in the Family at present.”
And this time the glance came right home to the Twin Brethren, who at once began to feel like bucking up a little.
“But you are bound to be, Mrs. Shel, aren’t you?” said Mr. Wilbraham with great Tact.
“Why am I bound to be?” inquired the Uncrowned Queen, whose good gray eye had begun to play the dickens with the second Olympian.
“Oh, you are, you know. Isn’t she, Toddles?”
Toddles was strongly of opinion that she was.
“Well, of course, if you both really think that—”
But in the secret recesses of his nature, Toddles was even more strongly of opinion that if she persisted in looking at him in that way he would be bound to kiss her.
“Are you and Mr. Wilbraham any good at snooker? Yes, I can see it in your eyes. Well, Phil-ipp and Johnny and I will play the three of you for a sovereign.”
“Done with you, Mrs. Shel,” said the Olympians with promptitude.