“We ought to be more neighbourly,” he said, as he shook hands with Harvey at the steps. Later on, as they smoked in the library, he mentioned the fact that he had not had the pleasure of seeing Miss Duluth in the new piece. 55
Harvey was exalted. When any one was so friendly as all this to him he quite lost his head in the clouds.
“We’ll go in and see it together,” said he, “and have a bit of supper afterward.”
“That’s very good of you,” said Butler, who was gaining his point.
“When does Mrs. Butler return?” asked Harvey.
Butler was startled. “Week or ten days.”
“Well, just as soon as she’s back we’ll have a little family party––”
His neighbour shook his head. “My wife’s in mourning,” he said, nervously.
“In mourning?” said Harvey, who remembered her best in rainbow colours.
“Yes. Her father.”