“Yes; where’s Kate?”
“Fast asleep in bed by now, I suppose,” said the young man sulkily.
“Oh, but you should have brought her. Where have you come from?”
“Fast train down. London. Didn’t suppose I was going to stop here, did you, to be kicked?”
“Don’t say any more about that, my boy. It’s all over now; but why didn’t you bring her down?”
“Oh, Claud, my boy, you shouldn’t have left her like that.”
“Brought her down—Kate—shouldn’t have left,” said the young man, excitedly. “Here, what do you both mean?”
“There, nonsense; what is the use of dissimulation now, my boy,” said Wilton. “Of course we know, and—there—it’s of no use to cry over spilt milk. We did not like it, and you shouldn’t have both tried to throw dust in our eyes.”
“Look here, guv’nor, have you been to a dinner anywhere to-night?”
“Absurd, sir. Stop this fooling. Where did you leave Kate?”