"But I do," said Eva, her colour rising. "I don't like to say so to you, Allen, but I must."
"Say what?"
"That I don't like your father very much."
"That means you don't like him at all," said the son coolly. "Dear me, Eva, what unpleasant parents you and I have. Your father and mine--neither very popular. But you won't come?"
"I can't, Allen."
"You know my father is your dead father's dearest friend."
"All the same I can't come."
"What will you do, then?" asked Allen vexed.
"Go out as a governess."
"No; you must not do that. Why not----"