"I'd say it to his face." Neil flashed a black look at the bland and elegant drawing-room windows, as if he could talk to the Colonel through them. "I've got worse than that to say to Everard."
"Then say it to me. Don't hint. I'm tired of hearing you. You're as bad as Norah."
"You wouldn't understand."
That is the irresistible challenge to any woman. Judith's eyes kindled. Neil slouched lower on the steps, dropping his head in his hands. "Everard," he threw out presently, "has bought the Hiawatha Club Camp."
"I don't believe it."
"The club was in debt. That's a bad thing for a club or a man to be, if the Colonel knows it. And it's a worse thing for a woman."
"What do you mean?"
He did not explain or raise his head. "I've got a job for the summer vacation," he said presently.
"Already? Fine."
"Oh, fine. In the fish market—tend store, drive the cart. And I'm fired from the Record, Judith."