"We could easily do that."
"Eh? How?"
"By engaging an attorney to defend ourselves in court," said Ellis grimly.
"Pooh! You don't suppose that brown-eyed girl——"
"Yes, I do! She means mischief. If it had rested with the other——"
"You're mistaken," said Jones, warmly. "I am perfectly persuaded that if I had had half an hour's playful conversation with the brown-eyed one——"
"You tried playfulness and fell down," observed Ellis, coldly. "If I could have spoken to Miss Sandys——"
"What! A girl with steel-grey eyes like two poniards? A lot of mercy she would show us! My dear fellow, trust in the brown eye every time! The warm, humane, brown eye—the emotional, the melting, the tender brown——"
"Don't trust it! Didn't she kodak twice? You and I are now in her Rogues' Gallery. Besides, didn't she take notes on her pad? I never observed anything humane in brown eyes."
Jones polished his nose with the mosquito salve.