“Don’t, either. Come and button this collar and stop swearing.”
“I suppose you’re going back to Julien’s the day after tomorrow,” said Braith, sarcastically, after Rex was dressed and had been helped to the lounge in the studio.
“No,” said he, “I’m going to Arcachon tomorrow.”
“Arca—- twenty thousand thunders!”
“Not at all,” smiled Rex—a feeble, willful smile.
Braith sat down and drew his chair beside Gethryn.
“Wait a while, Rex.”
“I can’t get well here, you know.”
“But you can get a bit stronger before you start on such a journey.”
“I thought the doctor told you the sooner I went south the better.”