"If you ask me, he's got the deuce of a cheek, you know," Verinder fumed.
Miss Kilmeny pounced instantly upon him. "Referring to our cousin, Mr. Verinder?" she demanded sweetly.
"But—er—you said yourself——"
"That was all in the family," she informed him promptly.
Joyce came to the assistance of Verinder with one confidential glance of her incredibly deep eyes of velvet. "Of course he's cheeky. How could he be India's cousin and not be that?" she asked with a rippling little laugh. "Come and help me spread the tablecloth, Mr. Verinder."
Deeply grateful, the millionaire flew to assist.