Then Jinny pulled herself away: “Oh, crumbs! don’t be sloppy!” she cried, and ran swiftly down the road, clattering her hockey-stick along the pavement.
Luke, for very shame, remained rooted to the spot long after he had heard the door of number twenty-seven bang behind her.
Mr. Johnson saw his guest off at the front door. Then, with the air of a man completely satisfied, went into the parlour to report to his wife.
“Did you ask him if he wanted tea, Matthew?”
Her husband smiled broadly. “He had a drink and a cigar, my dear.”
“One of your good cigars?”
Mr. Johnson nodded; and she knew therefore that all was well, and that she might safely ask questions. “What did he say about Sebastian? Did he tell you the reason——?”
“That he did.”