Mr. Teesdale drew out his watch with a proud smile and a tender hand. He loved consulting it before anybody, but Missy's presence gave the act a special charm. He shook his head, however, in answer to her question.
“We'll not do it,” said he; “it's ten past six already.”
“Then how long is it going to take us?”
“Well, not much under the hour; you see——”
A groan at his side made Mr. Teesdale look quickly round; and there was trouble under the heavy fringe.
“I must be there soon after seven!” cried the girl petulantly.
“Ay, but where, Missy? I'll do my best,” said David, snatching up the whip, “if you'll tell me where it is you want to be.”
“It's the Bijou Theatre—I'm supposed to be there by seven—to meet the people I'm staying with, you know.”
David had begun to use the whip vigorously, but now he hesitated and looked pained. “I am sorry to hear it's a theatre you want to get to,” said he gravely.
“Why, do you think them such sinks of iniquity—is that it?” asked the girl, laughing.