"Well, Audley, your fellow-soldiers must be proud of you when they hear of this feat of arms."
"We say brother-soldiers in the service," replied Trevelyan.
"I submit to the correction; it is like one from papa, who deems all civilians stupid fellows. And so you think she is a paragon of loveliness?" continued Rose Trecarrel, so bent on the game of tormenting him, that she cared little for showing her hand.
"I did not say so—do you, Rose?"
"Call me Miss Rose, if you please," said she, with a charming air of pique on her lovely little lip.
"Well—where were we?"
"About the beauty of the girl you rescued—were slung in a rope with. How funny!" said Mabel.
"Of her beauty you can judge for yourselves; I have nothing to do with it," replied he wearily.
"Fortunate for you," laughed Rose, "as the girl's position in society seems so dubious, Audley."
"Call me Mr. Trevelyan, please, as we are to be on distant terms."