Eve struck a triumphant chord. “Hurrah I've won!”
The young man muttered:
“I say, Noel, we weren't half done!”
“I know; but Daddy was getting bored, weren't you, dear? This is Cyril Morland.”
Pierson shook the young man's hand.
“Daddy, your nose is burnt!”
“My dear; I know.”
“I can give you some white stuff for it. You have to sleep with it on all night. Uncle and Auntie both use it.”
“Nollie!”
“Well, Eve says so. If you're going to bathe, Cyril, look out for that current!”