“She had the kindness to tell the chauffeur to say so,” George replied bitterly.
“And Henry——”
“Henry went with her.”
“I guess then I better go after him,” Dan said, and he rose; but immediately sank back in his chair. “I don’t know if I’d be able to go on your train, though. I expect maybe I need a good night’s sleep, first. I——”
“Will you leave it to me?” George asked sharply. “Will you just leave it to me?”
“You mean gettin’ them to come home?”
“ ‘Them!’ ” George said. “I’m not sure that you need my sister here any longer. I don’t think you ever needed her very much. But you do want your son, and if you’ll leave it to me, I think I can bring him. Will you, Dan?”
“I guess I’ll have to—just now,” Dan answered, with a repetition of his apologetic laugh. “It’s all seemed to’ve kind of hit me at once, as it were, George. I’m afraid what I need’s a good night’s sleep. I’m afraid I’ll have to leave it to you.”
“I’ll bring him!” McMillan promised. “I’ll have him back here with me four days from now.”