He shook his head. “I think I’ll try going without breakfast this week. Besides, I didn’t send up any provisions.”
Nora appeared uneasy. She did not wish to be bold, and yet she did not wish her late master’s son to go downtown hungry.
“An egg and a bit of toast, sir? I’m sure the cook could spare that.”
“Out of her own breakfast?”
“I––I beg your pardon, sir,” stammered Nora; “but it’s all part of the house, isn’t it?”
“No,” he answered firmly. “We must play the game fair, Nora.”
“And dinner, sir?”
“Dinner? Let’s not worry about that as early in the morning as this.”
He started to leave, but at the door turned again.