“I think they’ll interest her. Now, Jimmy!”
But Jimmy hung on his god.
“I say, you’ll come again now! You promise!”
What could Dion do?
“You put your honor into it?” pursued Jimmy, with desperate earnestness. “You swear?”
“If I swear in the open street the police will take me up,” said Dion jokingly.
“Not they! One from the shoulder from you and I bet they lose enough claret to fill a bucket. You’ve given your honor, hasn’t he, mater?”
“Of course we shall see him again,” said Mrs. Clarke, staring at Dion.
“What curious eyes she has!” Dion thought, as he walked homeward.
Did they ever entirely lose their under-look of distress?