“Justin, I’m sure Laura is longing to see her ring.”
Justin frowned absently.
“Ring? What ring? Oh—the ring! Oh, I say, Laura—I’m awfully sorry! I’m afraid I never gave it another thought.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter,” said Laura brightly.
Mrs. Cloud said nothing emphatically, which disturbed Justin more than any disapproval of Laura’s would have done. He turned blankly from his books.
“I shall be up again in a few days,” he assured them. “Or I could write,” he suggested unhappily. He hated writing letters.
He paused. He had an inspiration.
“I suppose you or Mother wouldn’t be going up?” he wondered hopefully.
Mrs. Cloud said nothing more emphatically than ever.
“I’ll go straight up again tomorrow,” he decided, an eye on his mother.