"What must be?"
"These family jars."
"Oh, dear, no, don't think that," I answered easily. "I see you have to humor your father."
"He's a dear father, Mr. Vance, but sometimes he is difficult to deal with; I offend him without meaning to, he is so sensitive."
I thought the man selfish myself, but it was none of my business to say so, therefore I dropped the subject and asked Miss Monk to grant me a favor.
"I wish you to come to tea to-morrow at the inn. Mrs. Gilfin will play the part of chaperon, if your father can't come."
"I don't think papa can, as he is going back to London in the morning. I accept with pleasure."
"Shall I ask your aunt."
"Oh, no, please don't. I would rather Mrs. Gilfin were present. Not that it needs anyone to play propriety, as I am sure you can behave yourself. At what time do you want me to come?"
"Four o'clock, unless you like to come earlier and go for a drive in my motor."