"
"You shut up, my son!" commanded Jake with absolute serenity. "It's not
any business of yours anyway. We'll send you to bed before dinner if you
aren't mighty careful."
Bunny laughed at the threat, but his sallow boyish face coloured
sensitively notwithstanding.
Saltash laughed also. "Oh, you needn't do that, Jake. I'm as harmless as
any sucking dove, I assure you. You'll have to put up with me now. When
shall I come?"
"Come tonight!" said Jake with quiet decision. "Eight o'clock if that
suits you. Afraid I must go now. Bunny, take his lordship to see Prince
Charlie!"
He lifted a hand in salute and turned away--a man of no pretensions
either social or intellectual, yet who knew how to hold his own with high
and low alike.
"Keeps you in order still, does he?" gibed Saltash, as he watched him go.
"You're getting too old to be on a leading-string, _mon cher_."
Bunny frowned at the careless words. "You don't know him. He's not that
sort of ass. We're pals, Jake and I, and I'm proud of it."
"Of course you are!" said Saltash comfortably. "Didn't I tell you long
ago that he was a gentleman? It's the way he's made. Hewn out of raw
material, but the real thing and no mistake.
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