For an instant I was afraid that Jack would strike him.
My blood rushed to my head, and I half rose from the seat, with a choked, warning whisper of "Jack!"
It was the first time I 'd called him that, except to myself, and I saw him give the faintest start. He looked at the other man, and then, though Bertie stepped quickly forward as if to open the car door and jump in, he sprang to his place, and we were off.
"He means mischief," I said, when I felt able to speak.
"So do I, if he does," answered Jack.
"I wish you 'd do me a favour," I went on. "Keep away from that awful ball to-night."
"What! With you there? I know my business better."
I could n't help laughing. "Your present business, I believe," said I, "is that of a chauffeur."
"With extra duty as watch-dog."
"I can't bear to have you see me in the ridiculous get-up Lady Turnour is making me wear, that 's the selfish part of my reason—and—and it will be so horrid for you, in every way."
"I 'm callous to anything they can do now, except one thing."
"What?"
"If you don't know already, I mean where you 're concerned."
"You 're very kind to me."
"Kind? Yes, I am very 'kind.' A man has to be abnormally 'kind' to want to look after a girl like you."
"How bitterly you speak!" I exclaimed, hardly understanding him.
