Mrs. Penruddock told me
about it, and I came at once to fetch you back."
"I wonder you didn't go to tell Romola you were safe!"
"Romola! Why on earth should I tell Romola?"
Mavis did not reply all at once.
"Only because I thought you seemed particularly interested in her!" she
said at last.
Bevis looked frankly puzzled, then his face cleared and he drew a small
photo from his pocket.
"Did Clive send you one of these?"
"He did!"
"Well, don't you know who the girl is? Can't you see it's Clive? Clive,
dressed up in Romola's togs! Those are hardly Romola's boots, are they?
We nearly died with laughing over it. He looked too killing for words. It
was Madox who took the snap with Clive's camera."
Mavis, examining the photo by the light of these explanations, had little
difficulty in recognising her boy cousin. Bevis was roaring with laughter
at the joke, then he suddenly grew serious.
"Mavis!" he said in dead earnest. "You never thought I'd go making such a
silly ass of myself with little Romola? That's not in my line at all!"
It was Mavis who did the blushing.
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