"You haven’t been out for seven or eight weeks, have you?" he demanded.
"No; but still——”
"That’s not exactly ‘all the time’!" His face had flushed. "Did you have the car, mother?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered with perfect indifference.
"Now look here!" he said. "Can’t you arrange better? Can’t you talk with Polly in the morning and find out what she intends to do?"
"Oh, Eddie, it doesn’t matter!" cried Polly in distress.
Eddie saw the distress and grew more angry. Angelica saw it also, and understood it.
"It seems to me," he said, "that when Polly goes out so seldom, she might have the benefit of her own car. She’s not well—you must remember that."
Mrs. Russell was smiling her mechanical smile.
"She shall have the car," she said, "whenever she wants it. If I’d known to-day, I shouldn’t have taken it."