"You're a brute!" said Julie promptly. "Where have you been?"
"It's where have you been, you mean," retorted Peter. "I thought I was to take you in to tea. When last I saw you, you had Donovan in tow."
"And you had Tommy. Don't you like her?"
"Awfully," said Peter; "I think she wants something now. But do come across to our side. Aren't you going soon?"
"Yes, when we can get away. Remember, everyone is watching. You go on out, and we can meet you below."
"Right," said Peter; "I'll collect Donovan."
He found him after a bit, and the two made their adieus and thanks.
As they went down the steps, Jack outlined the campaign. "I just joked to her about dinner," he said, "but I think they'll rise. If they do, we'll go to Travalini's, if they dare. That girl of yours is up to anything: she knows a thing or two. You've some nerve, old thing."
"Nothing to yours," retorted Graham, still not at all sure of himself. "But, look here, what about Travalini's? I don't know that I care to go there."
"Oh, it's all right, old dear. You haven't a vast collar on now, and you
ought to see life. I've seen scores of chaplains there, even old Arnold.
I'll look after your morals. Come on; let's get out and across the road.
We shall see them coming down the steps."