“Why, a train, man—a train to town.”
“I don’t want to go to town, bless the man—-”
“You! No, but I do. To town, Calder—to Agatha, you old fool.”
“Oh, that’s your lay?”
“Yes, of course. I couldn’t go back on you, but if you’re off—-”
“Charlie, old fellow, think again.”
“Go to the deuce! Where’s that—-?”
“Charlie, Charlie! Tea!”
“Hang tea!” he cried; but Calder dragged him off, telling him that to-morrow would do for Bradshaw.
At tea Charlie’s spirits were very much better, and it was observed that Calder Wentworth paid marked attention to Millie Bushell, so that, when they started for the Pool, Millie was prevailed upon to be one of the party, on the understanding that Mr. Went worth would take care of her. This time the expedition went off more quietly than it had previously, but at the last moment the ladies declared that they would, be late for dinner if they waited till it was time for Agatha Merceron to come.