"There, there. I know."
"Confound him!" said Mr. Price very savagely, biting his mustache.
"Please, Perry!"
"Oh, that's all right. That's all right. I'm not going to lose my temper."
"Don't cry, Winnie. Sweet Winnie."
"What I want to know is whether that—whether he refused to meet us or not?" Mr. Price asked.
"Oh, Mother—Papa—I——"
"Don't cry, Winnie. It's all right. Your father has resolved to overlook things and if he can bring himself to do that about what has already happened this last little rudeness certainly won't matter."
"But he said he—he would come."
"He did, eh? And then went out."