She laughed, a fresh and merry laugh from her throat, and said,
"You daren't come home with me, Sir."
"Why daren't I?"
"You'd be afraid of father. He's not used of young men coming about the place, and he'd frighten the life out of you."
Victor put down his tea-pot and made a stride forward. "Come on—where is he?"
But the girl swung away, with another laugh, crying over her shoulder,
"Aw, no, no, plaze, plaze!"
"Ah, then it's you that are afraid, eh?" said Victor.
"It's not that," replied the girl.
"What is it?" said Victor.