"Do wait!" cried Polly.
He looked at her in anger and distress.
"Don’t you understand?" he demanded. "It’s important. I’ve got to find out what he’s done with my letter. I’ve got to know at once—even," he added with irony, "at the risk of disturbing Vincent. I haven’t seen him for three days."
"Oh, do wait!" cried Mrs. Russell.
"I won’t!" he answered.
Striding out of the room, he began to run up-stairs. To Angelica’s great amusement, the two women followed him. She followed, too, of course.
"Oh, Eddie!" implored Mrs. Russell. "Don’t be so headstrong! Wait! I’m sure he’s asleep."
"He can wake up, then. It’s only eight o’clock."
"Or maybe he’s working, and if you interrupt him he’ll be so vexed!"
"He vexed!" cried Eddie, outraged. "It seems to me that I’m the one to be vexed!"