"Oh, of course!" ejaculated Edgar, his even teeth very much clenched.
"You ought to go to see him!"
"So I've heard," with intense sarcasm. "Mother has bored the life out of me."
"It isn't civil not to," said Kathleen, relapsing into languor. "He's a sort of a relative."
"Yes. The sort to keep away from. If I went up there, it would be to take his mahl-stick and smash his face."
"Nice, hospitable plan," remarked Kathleen. "Possibly he wouldn't permit it."
"Oh, I've no doubt he'd think it was real mean and pick up a fan and slap me on the wrist. Oh, forget him! Say, Kath," as if with sudden remembrance, "do you know I came off without my purse to-day?"
The girl's eyes gained a curious expression. She was silent a moment, hands clasped around her knee. Under her gaze her brother picked up the guitar again and his nervous fingers swept the strings.
"I thought you said this was a business trip."