Jean flushed an angry pink, and said sharply:
"Don't be silly, Jock. I was only talking nonsense."
"Well, what is it?" Jock persisted.
"It's not quite Richard Plantagenet, but it's pretty bad. My name given me by my godmother and godfathers is—Quintin Reginald Fuerbras."
"Gosh, Maggie!" ejaculated Jock. "Earls in the streets of Cork!"
"I knew," said Jean, "that it would be something very twopence-coloured."
"It's not, I grant, such a jolly name as yours," said Lord
Bidborough—"Jean Jardine."
"Oh, mine is Penny-plain," said Jean hurriedly.
"Must we always call you Lord?" Mhor asked.
"Of course you must," Jean said. "Really, Mhor, you and Jock are sometimes very stupid."