“I really don’t know what they cost. They were given to me.” Basil struck a match. ’Won’t you take the label off?”
“Not if I know it,” said James, with much decision. I don’t smoke a Villar y Villar every day, and when I do I smoke it with the label on. . . . Well, so long. See you later, old tart.”
When he was gone Jenny turned to her lover.
“Kiss me. . . . There! Now I can sit down quietly and talk. How d’you like my brother?”
“I scarcely know him yet,” answered Basil cautiously.
“He’s not a bad sort when you do, and he can make you laugh. He’s just like my mother.”
“Is he?” cried Basil, with some vivacity. “And is your father like that too?”
“Well, you know, pa’s not had the education that Jimmie’s had. Jimmie was at a boarding-school at Margate. You were at a boarding-school, weren’t you?”
“Yes, I was at Harrow.”
“Ah, you don’t get the fine air at Harrow that you do at Margate.”