“Look ’ere,” began the Voice desperately.
“Don’t look, constable! Be strong. Use your will-power. Women are but idle vanities.”
“Oo!” gurgled Venice. “If you only knew how lovely it was! Come on, everybody. Oh, it’s so warm!”
“Now remember, Venice—in a straight line between the banks.”
“That’s right, sir,” said the Voice.
“You and your banks!” sighed Shirley. Splash! “Ow, it’s freezing!”
“An’ it’s not their boat!” pleaded the man in shirt-sleeves. “They got no right in that boat. It’s Lord Lamorna’s, that is.”
“Good Lord, Johnny’s! And he’s kept it hidden from us!” Splash! “Where are you, Venice? Shirley?”
“Napier, be careful!” cried Iris, laughed Iris....
“Are you gentlemen saying as you’re friends of Lord Lamorna’s?” asked the voice.