"All I know is that I hit upon that Scotch Johnny out in the hall--he nearly wrenched an arm off me and did everything but bite--spitting out incoherent gaspings indicating that Maitland had 'gone awa' wi' his gur-r-l, confound him!' and suggesting the usual young Lochinvar stuff.

You know--nothing in it, of course.

But what was I to do?
Some tale was necessary! Fortunately or unfortunately, brother Tony sprang to the thing I call my mind and--well, you know the mess I made of it.

But Hugh, remember, for heaven's sake, make talk about something--about the match--and get that girl quietly home.

I bag the back seat and Adrien.