“But a kind word doesn’t cost much.”
“There, sister! no scolding, if you please. I’m not in the best of humours now. Where is your horse?”
Alice told her brother of the incident, and spoke warmly of Carrol.
“So the old hunter did you a good service, did he? I didn’t think he had it in him, the old bear.”
“How unjust you are, Warren. Bear, indeed! I tell you that Cris Carrol is as good a gentleman as ever lived!”
As she said this she showed signs of indignation.
“Is he, indeed!” was the brother’s mocking retort.
“Yes—a thorough gentleman! One who wouldn’t wound another’s feelings if he could help it—and that’s my idea of a gentleman!”
“Well, we won’t argue the point. He has done good this time, and that’ll go to his credit; for all that, I don’t like him!”
Alice bit her lip with vexation, but made no reply.