“No! You are quite right, Pat,” replied Captain Jack. “You see, I'm afraid I lost my temper a bit, which is horribly bad form I know, and—well, I wanted to fight rather than play, and of course one couldn't fight on the tennis court in the presence of a lot of ladies, you see.”
“Well, I'm glad you didn't fight, Captain Jack. You have had enough of fighting, haven't you? And Rupert is really very nice, you know. He has a wonderful car and he lets me drive it, and he always brings a box of chocolates every time he comes.”
“He must be perfectly lovely,” said Captain Jack, with a grin at her.
The girl laughed a laugh of such infectious jollity that Captain Jack was forced to join with her.
“That's one for you, Captain Jack,” she cried. “I know I am a pig where chocs are concerned, and I do love to drive a car. But, really, Rupert is quite nice. He is so funny. He makes Mamma laugh. Though he does tease me a lot.”
Captain Jack drove on in silence for some moments.
“I was glad to see you playing though to-day, Captain Jack.”
“Where were you? I didn't see you anywhere.”
“Not likely!” She glanced behind her at the others in the back seat. She need not have given them a thought, they were too deeply engrossed to heed her. “Do you know where I was? In the crutch of the big elm—you know!”
“Don't I!” said Captain Jack. “A splendid seat, but—”