"We suggested he might be with his Irish friends," pursued Alicia, with a nasty little emphasis on the two last words, "and as we were just starting for a drive, we offered to—er—"
"Look for Ted?" finished Nell.
"Er—Ted?" Alicia said.
"That's me," explained Ted, gravely.
"If," said Alicia, "you can spare our cousin now, we should like to drive him back."
Nell turned to him.
"Hurry up, Teddie!"
"Let me see," observed Denis, thoughtfully, "can we spare him yet? He's washed up—and filled the coal-box. There're the boots to clean, old man, but if your pater wants you, you'll have to go!"
"How kind of you!" sneered Alicia, angrily.
"I shall have to go, Nell," Ted said; "my father's off to-night to South Africa."