"No, my boy. You still seem to be unconvinced. Hang it all, there's only one way to convince you. As they are rising from the table now, get up and I'll introduce you."
"Hallo, Sybil, how are you?" said the Australian officer going forward.
"What—Jack Gordon!" she said, shaking hands. "I haven't seen you since I was at school."
"How do, Jack?" said old Graham, in his blunt way. Then Mrs. Graham accorded him the same warm welcome.
"Let me introduce Lieutenant Gore-Jones of the Yeomanry. Take him in hand, Sybil. He's a good fellow spoiled."
"All right, Jack," said Sybil, smiling, and stepping towards the wide veranda with her new-found friend. Gordon remained behind with the parents to talk of old times.
"This is a pleasure," said Jones as they sat down. "I never thought of meeting such a charming person from down under."
Sybil frowned a little, then looking straight into his eyes said, "I don't like honey, Mr. Jones, it's too sweet, and sweet things are often sickly."
"I—I—I beg your pardon," he stammered, blushing a little.
"I'm afraid you expected to meet an aborigine, didn't you?" she said more kindly, remembering the cue she had received from Jack Gordon.