Rollo did not. He hinted that he might have changed the three
peaches into something else, but Agnes had already converted one
into girl-food, so nothing more could be done in that direction.
"I know a game," said the elder Wrotsley heavily, "where the fellows
go out of the room, and think of some character in history; then
they come back and act him, and the girls have to guess who it's
meant for."
"I'm afraid I must be going," said Rollo to his hostess.
"Your carriage won't be here for another twenty minutes," said Mrs.
Jallatt.
"It's such a fine evening I think I'll walk and meet it."
"It's raining rather steadily at present. You've just time to play
that historical game."
"We haven't heard Dolores recite," said Rollo desperately; as soon
as he had said it he realised his mistake. Confronted with the
alternative of "Locksley Hall," public opinion declared unanimously
for the history game.
Rollo played his last card. In an undertone meant apparently for
the Wrotsley boy, but carefully pitched to reach Agnes, he observed
-
"All right, old man; we'll go and finish those chocolates we left in
the library."
"I think it's only fair that the girls should take their turn in
going out," exclaimed Agnes briskly. She was great on fairness.
"Nonsense," said the others; "there are too many of us."
"Well, four of us can go. I'll be one of them."
And Agnes darted off towards the library, followed by three less
eager damsels.
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