Lady Adeline looked puzzled: "Of course they are the same age," she said, as if the point could be disputed.
Mr. Kilroy woke up: "Oh, of course, of course!" he exclaimed with some embarrassment.
The twins had gone round the house by this time, and presently Diavolo appeared in the drawing room alone. His thick fair hair stood out round his head like a rumpled mop: his face and hands were not immaculate, and his clothes were creased; but he entered the room with the same courtly yet diffident air and high-bred ease which distinguished his uncle Dawne, whom he imitated as well as resembled in most things.
He took his seat beside him now, and remarked that it was a nice day, and—
But before he could finish the affable phrase, the door burst open from without, and Angelica entered.
"Hollo! Are you all here?" she said. "How are you, Uncle Dawne?"
"I wish you would not be so impetuous," Diavolo remonstrated gently. "You quite startle one."
"You are a coon!" said Angelica.
"My dear child—" Lady Angeline began.
"Well, mamma, no matter what I do, Diavolo grumps at me," Angelica snapped.