Mrs. Tappitt rose from her chair, and made a stiff bow across the table to her guest, understanding that that was the proper way in which to effect a retreat into the drawing-room; whereupon Luke opened the door, and the ladies went. "Thank you, sir," said Mrs. Tappitt very solemnly as she passed by him. Mrs. Rowan, going first, had given him a loving little nod of recognition, and Mary had pinched his arm. Martha uttered a word of thanks, intended for conciliation; Augusta passed him in silence with her nose in the air; and Cherry, as she went by, turned upon him a look of dismay. He returned Cherry's look with a shake of his head, and both of them understood that things were going wrong.
"I don't think I'll take any more wine, sir," said Rowan.
"Do as you like," said Tappitt. "It's there if you choose to take it."
"It seems to me, Mr. Tappitt, that you want to quarrel with me," said Luke.
"You can form your own opinion about that. I'm not bound to tell my mind to everybody."
"Oh, no; certainly not. But it's very unpleasant going on in that way in the same house. I'm thinking particularly of Mrs. Tappitt and the girls."
"You needn't trouble yourself about them at all. You may leave me to take care of them."
Luke had not sat down since the ladies left the room, and now determined that he had better not do so. "I think I'll say good afternoon," said Rowan.
"Good day to you," said Tappitt, with his face turned away, and his eyes fixed upon one of the open windows.
"Well, Mr. Tappitt, if I have to say good-bye to you in that way in your own house, of course it must be for the last time. I have not meant to offend you, and I don't think I've given you ground for offence."