"Characterised his bad manners the other day. It wasn't worth while; there's no money in cursing.... And I think, Molly dear, that I'll take an afternoon train——"
"I won't let you," said his hostess. "I won't have you treated that way under my roof——"
"It was outdoors, dear lady," said Quarren, smiling. "It's only his rudeness before you that I mind. Where is Sir Charles?"
"Off with Chrysos somewhere on the river—there's their motor-launch, now.... Ricky!"
"Yes."
"I'm angry all through.... Strelsa might have said something—showed her lack of sympathy for Langly's remark by being a little more cordial to you.... I don't like it in her. I don't know whether I am going to like that girl or not——"
"Nonsense. There was nothing for her to say or do——"
"There was! She is a fish!—unless she gives Langly the dickens this morning.... Will you motor with Jim and me, Ricky dear?"
"If you like."
She did like. So presently a racing car was brought around, Jim came reluctantly from the hangar, and away they tore into the dull weather now faintly illuminated by the prophecy of the sun.