Your repentant son,
HARRY.
Mrs. Forbes looked up from the letter to find her employer's eyes upon her. Her lips were set in a tight line.
“Well?” he asked.
“I'd like to ask first, sir, what you think of it?”
“It strikes me as very cool. Harry knows my habits.”
The housekeeper loosened the reins of her indignation.
“The idea of your having a child here to clatter up and down the stairs at the very time you want to take a nap!” she burst forth. “You've had enough to bear already.”
“A deal of company in the house as it is, eh?” he rejoined. It was the first reference he had ever made to his permanent guests.
“It's what I was thinking, sir.”