"Oh, yes, it is," said Tony. "That's where you wrong me." He leaned back in his chair and looked mischievously across at his cousin. "I pay the most careful attention to everything you tell me, Guy. At the present moment I am seriously thinking of following some advice you gave me yesterday."
"What about?" asked Guy suspiciously.
Tony broke off a little piece of toast and crunched it thoughtfully between his teeth.
"About Cousin Isabel," he replied.
Something remarkably like a faint flush of colour mounted into Guy's face.
"Really!" he observed with an admirable indifference.
Tony nodded gently. "Certain things which have come to my knowledge since have made me feel that perhaps you were right in what you said. I doubt whether I should be justified in risking my political career for the sake of a passing whim. After all one has to think of the country."
Guy looked at him with mistrust. "You don't suppose I shall swallow that," he observed.
"It doesn't matter," said Tony sadly. "I am used to being misunderstood." He paused. "What did you think of Isabel?" he asked.
Guy was evidently prepared for the question. "I was pleasantly surprised with her," he admitted. "She seemed to me a very attractive girl, and I should think quite straightforward."