“Well, will you tell me what in blazes you’ve been doing here for the last week?”
“No.”
Vincent studied him silently a moment.
“All right, old chap; I don’t want to be rudely inquisitive.”
“You’re not; only don’t bother your head about me. I’m off to-day, anyhow.”
“Yes, you’re coming with me. The mater made me swear by the graves of my ancestors that I’d fetch you back. And I’ve also promised to bring you to dinner to-night at the Devereuxs’.”
“Sorry, Vin.”
“You won’t?”
“You’ve guessed it.”
“Why not? Look here, I want you to meet Laura!”