Lance kicked the heel of his boot against the floor, and said, 'Don't I pity Jack Harewood, that's all!'
'Well, a couple of ducks instead of a goose—Bob and Angel, you've no heads.—Come! I'm too modest to face the Librarian alone, much less the red-headed daughters.'
The two girls eagerly looked at their sister.
'"Gorgons and hydras and chimæras dire!"' ejaculated Edgar. 'If I were you, W.W., I'd get up a little more charitably disposed towards my brother on a Sunday morning!'
'It is Angela's wildness that I am afraid of,' said Wilmet.
'She sha'n't go near a tea-kettle,' said Edgar. 'Put on your hats, chick-a-biddies, if you wish to catch the Cathedral.'
'May we? O Wilmet, pray!' entreated Robina.
'I will see what Felix says.'
'A graceful form of shifting the obloquy of the negative,' muttered Edgar, as Wilmet disappeared.
'Felix will decide as he thinks good,' said Robina with dignity.