"But couldn't you both come later?
We could wait tea for you.
"Might," said Harry.

"I shall make my best endeavor for your sake," bowing toward Kate, "but I am doubtful about Ranald.

Perhaps we'd better not--" "Why, certainly, old chap," said the lieutenant, "what's the matter ?" "Well, the fact is," blurted out Harry, desperately, "I don't want to drag in Ranald.

I like him awfully, but you may feel as if he were not quite one of us.

You know what I mean; your mother doesn't know him." Harry felt extremely awkward knowing that he came perilously near to suspecting the lieutenant of the most despicable snobbery.
"Why, certainly," repeated the lieutenant.