"No harm. Only remember that there is such a place as Brackenhill."
"The governor oughtn't to find fault with me, since you're in the same boat. He never thinks you can do wrong."
"Never."
"You're a lucky fellow to have only yourself to please."
"Very lucky," said Percival dryly. "Will you change places with me?"
"Change places? What do you mean?"
The other looked fixedly at him, and said in a pointed manner, "I fancy it might easily be managed—with Addie Blake's help."
The suggestion was unpleasant. Horace winced, and vented his displeasure in a random attack: "And why Addie, I should like to know? How can you tell it is Addie at all?"
"Who, then?"
"Why not Lottie?" The words were uttered without a moment's thought, and might have been forgotten as soon as said. But Percival was taken by surprise, and a look of utter incredulity flashed across his face. Horace caught it and was piqued. "Unless you understand her so well that you are sure that no one else has a chance. Of course, if that is the case—"