“Alice does.”
“Ay, poor girl, because she wishes it.”
“Do you see any chance of leaving it?”
“Not a bit,” readily acknowledged Jack.
“Then where’s the use of talking about it—of harping upon it?”
“None in the world,” said Jack.
“Then we’ll drop the subject, if you please,” pursued Herbert, forgetting, perhaps, that it was he who introduced it.
“Jump then, Dash! Jump, good little Dash!”
“What a worry you make with that dog, John! Attend to me. I want to know why you came to London instead of to Liverpool.”
“She was laid on for London this time,” answered Jack.