But Loraine’s small face was alight at once with indignation.
“You say that! Do you think for one minute I’d be contented to keep out of it—when they killed Gerry—my own dear Gerry, the best and dearest and kindest brother any girl ever had. The only person belonging to me I had in the whole world!”
Jimmy cleared his throat uncomfortably.
Loraine, he thought, was wonderful, simply wonderful.
“Look here,” he said awkwardly. “You mustn’t say that. About being alone in the world—all that rot. You’ve got lots of friends—only too glad to do what they can. See what I mean?”
It is possible that Loraine did, for she suddenly blushed, and to cover her confusion began to talk nervously.
“That’s settled,” she said. “I’m going to help. Nobody’s going to stop me.”
“And so am I, of course,” said Bundle.
They both looked at Jimmy.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Yes, quite so.”
They looked at him inquiringly.
“I was just wondering,” said Jimmy, “how we were going to begin.”