“Well,” he said, “I told her—said she could come here and practice—arrange with you—when it wouldn’t bother you.”
“What?” she cried. “You—”
Then she stopped short, because of the look she saw on his face—a little guilty, but pleased.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it,” he said.
If she said she didn’t like it, he would be still more pleased. He would think she was jealous.
“I don’t mind at all, Frank,” she told him pleasantly.
“Oh!” said he, somewhat taken aback. “Very good of you, my dear!” He rose and went toward the door. “As long as we’re going out this afternoon,” he added, “why not—well, why not let her begin to-day, eh?”
Mrs. Holland had also risen.
“I suppose you told her she could come this afternoon?”
Frank was not very happy now.