"Adrien, for instance, eh?" said Jack with a bitter little laugh, taking
his place at the wheel.

"Oh, Adrien!" replied Frances. "Well, you know Adrien! She is--just
Adrien."

As he turned into the street there was a sound of rushing feet.

"Hello, Captain Jack! Oh, Captain Jack! Wait for me! You have room,
haven't you?"

A whirlwind of flashing legs and windblown masses of gold-red hair,
which realised itself into a young girl of about sixteen, bore down on
the car. It was Adrien's younger sister, Patricia, and at once her pride
and her terror.

"Why, Patsy, where on earth did you come from? Of course! Get in! Glad
to have you, old chap."

"Oh, Captain Jack, what a game! What a wonderful game! And Rupert has
been playing all summer and awfully well! And you have hardly played a
game! I was awfully pleased--"

"Were you? I'm not sure that I was," replied Captain Jack.

"Well, you WERE savage, you know. You looked as if you were in a fight."

"Did I? That was very rotten of me, wasn't it?"