He assented, but with a lack of warmth that did not fail to strike her ears.

“And he will stay to dine with us!” she cried challengingly.

“Certainly, my love.”

“Look pleased, Dicky, look pleased! Why don’t you like Tracy? He is my own brother; you must like him!”

“Of course I like him, Lavinia. Pray, do not be foolish.”

“Oh, I am not! Don’t be cross, Dicky dear!”

“Well, if you like him, I’m surprised,” broke in Andrew. “I can’t bear him! Ay, flash your eyes at me, Lavvy; I don’t mind.”