There was something in her half-mutinous, half-confiding manner which rather interested him, and made the risk he was now running rather exhilarating.
"Percy seems to have forsaken you," said she, after a pause, "since his friends came.

I suppose he is sure to be blowing his brains out or something of the sort on the moors." "Percy is a fine fellow, and certainly has some brains to blow," observed Jeffreys solemnly.
Raby laughed.

"He's quite a reformed character since you came," said she; "I'm jealous of you!" "Why ?" "Oh, he cuts me, now he has you! He used about once a week to offer to show me what he was doing.

Now he only offers once a month, and then always thinks better of it." "The thing is to get him to work at one thing at a time," said Jeffreys, to whom Percy was always an interesting study.

"As soon as he has learned that art he will do great things." "I think Percy would make a fine soldier," said Raby, with an enthusiasm which quite captivated her companion, "he's so brave and honest and determined.