“But it must be settled, Tom; I can’t wait,” she answered.
An evil look came over Tom Henderson’s face.
“You are always worrying a man,” he said; “there’s no such wonderful hurry about it, and there’s my mother to consider.”
“There’s always something to consider; first it was your father, now your mother. But I am to be considered too, I—I and something besides.”
Henderson did not speak for a moment; he stood as though irresolute. Again he looked at the excited face before him; at the gleaming dark eyes and full quivering lips, and then he said more soothingly:
“Well, go home now, Elsie, and keep quiet, and we’ll see what can be done.”
“I am not going to be put off.”
“I must consider things, and see what I think best. If you go home now I’ll come and have a talk with you to-night at the old place about nine o’clock.”
“Will you be sure to come?”