Harry coughed slightly.
“Oh, of course, Harry is an excellent book-keeper,” Harry bowed low; “while he is at it,” added Mr. St. Clair.
“Very neat one,” murmured the lieutenant.
“Now, father, do not spoil a fine compliment in that way,” cried Harry.
“But now the checker is gone,” said Mr. St. Clair, “and that is extremely awkward.”
“I say,” cried Harry, “what will you give me for a checker right now?”
Mr. St. Clair looked at him and then at the lieutenant.
“Pardon me, Mr. St. Clair,” said that gentleman, holding up his hand. “I used to check a little at Rugby, but—”
“Not you, by a long hand,” interrupted Harry, disdainfully.
“This awfully charming brother of yours, so very frank, don't you know!” said the lieutenant, softly, to Maimie, while they all laughed.