Jervaise grunted uneasily.
“You know it’s no earthly, Frank,” Brenda said. “Why can’t you be a sport and go back and tell them that they might as well give in at once?”
“Oh! my dear girl, you must know perfectly well that they’ll never give in,” her brother replied.
“Mr. Jervaise might,” Banks put in.
Frank turned to him sharply. “What do you mean by that?” he asked.
“He’d have given in this morning, if it hadn’t been for you,” Banks said, staring with his most dogged expression at Jervaise.
“What makes you think so?” Jervaise retaliated.
“What he said, and the way he behaved,” Banks asserted, the English yeoman stock in him still very apparent.
“You’re mistaken,” Jervaise snapped.
“Give me a chance to prove it, then,” was Banks’s counter.