Finding me inclined to fence, she assumed her most childish treble.
“I don’t know, I’m sure, only you have been looking so dreadfully cross.”
I very nearly shook her.
Lionel Holland left the house a few minutes before I did. Grahame walked with me as far as the gate.
“I say, Israel, what’s that about your being a lord some day?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to go into the matter. Everybody is so beastly rude about it.”
“Is it true?”
“Of course it is. I’ll show you the papers if you like.”
“I don’t want that. If you say it’s true, of course I believe you.”
But I was secretly determined that Grahame should see the papers, and I took the earliest opportunity of showing them to him, for I knew that though he liked me too much to say that he disbelieved me, he felt that there must be a mistake somewhere.