"Why, what would she do?" said Vicary.
"Do?" said Warrington, with both hands at his moustache. "Do? Why, she'll drop her eyelashes, or she'll curl the corners of her mouth, or she'll glance at me over her shoulder with her chin up, and then—and then——"
"And then?" said Vicary, twinkling.
"Then I shall sweat like a coolie, and stand gaping like a stuck pig," said Warrington, savagely; "and my knees will go flabby and my face twitchy, as you elegantly put it. Good-bye."
"Eh?"
"I'm going there now. I mean to go there now."
"Yes," said Vicary; "and directly you're outside you'll stand still for a quarter of a hour, and then cut off home and spend the evening practising profanity in solitude."
Warrington stood in front of his junior, and dared not contradict.
"Unless——" said Vicary, and stopped and grinned.
"Unless?" said Warrington, with painful eagerness.