Luella looked annoyed, and tapped her foot to the floor impatiently.
“With Mr. Wilton,” there was the slightest emphasis on the words, “to accompany the party, I shouldn't think it would be necessary for me to go.”
“It is either you or I,” said Mrs. Knapp.
“You will be needed to protect Mr. Horton,” said I sarcastically.
“Oh, what a task!” she said gaily. “I shall be ready.” And she turned away before I could put in another word, and I walked down the room with Mrs. Knapp.
“And so Mr. Knapp is coming home to-morrow?” I said.
Mrs. Knapp gave me a quick look.
“Yes,” she said. There was something in her tone that set me to thinking that there was more than I knew behind Mr. Knapp's sudden return.
“I hope he is not ill,” I said politely.
Mrs. Knapp appeared to be considering some point deeply, and did not answer for a little. Then she shook her head as though the idea was not to her liking.