“Well, what next? What am I to give him?”
“Nothing dressy. He isn’t a manikin, he’s a real Doric boy.”
She slapped Dirmikis on the back with a generous hand. He smiled radiantly, this time without any savagery.
“The sort of boy who’ll be of some use in the world.”
“I’ll give him a tip.”
Rosamund seemed about to assent when an idea struck her, as she afterwards said, “with the force of a bomb.”
“I know what he’ll like better than anything.”
“Well?”
“Your revolver, to be sure!”
“My revolver to be suren’t!” exclaimed Dion passionately, inventing a negative. “I bought it at great cost to defend you with, not for the endowment of a half-naked varmint from the wilderness under Drouva.”