“He will think as Adrien does,” said Patricia stoutly.
“Ah, I wouldn't be too sure about that,” said Rupert. “You see, it makes a difference whose ox is being gored.”
“What do you mean?” cried Patricia hotly.
“Never mind, Pat,” said her sister over her shoulder. “I don't think he knows Captain Jack as we do.”
“Perhaps better,” said Rupert in a significant tone.
Patricia drew away from him.
“I think you are just horrid,” she said. “Captain Jack is—”
“Never mind, dear. Don't let him pull your leg like that,” said her sister, with a little colour in her cheek. “We know Captain Jack, don't we?”
“We do!” said Patricia with enthusiasm.
“We do!” echoed Rupert, with a smile that drove Pat into a fury.