“But you mustn’t send flowers to me, now that I’m engaged. Come here a minute, please, Little Billee.”
“Yours to command,” said Farnsworth, approaching.
“Tell Philip he can’t send me flowers.”
“Philip, you can’t send Patty flowers,” Farnsworth said, obediently.
There was a smile on his face, but in his voice there rang a note of command that angered Van Reypen exceedingly.
“I can send them,” he returned, defiantly, “she needn’t accept them.”
“Leave it that way, then,” Bill said, carelessly, as if the matter were of no moment. “Patty, come out to the dining-room a minute, will you, dear?”
Jumping up, Patty left the room without a glance at Philip.
Farnsworth followed her, and they went into the dining-room.
They were alone there, and he took her gently in his arms.