“No, no,” cried Glyddyr, “don’t let me drive them away, sir.”
“It is not driving them away, Mr Glyddyr,” said Gartram shortly. “I wish them to go.”
“I beg pardon, I am sure.”
“Granted, sir; but I like to be master in my own house.”
“Papa, dear, pray, pray be calm,” whispered Claude, who had crept to his side.
“Calm! Of course. I am calm. There, there, there; don’t talk to me, but go, and I said ring for the spirit stand.”
“Yes, papa, I did. I’ll go and send it in.”
“Yes, quickly. You are sure you would not like the doctor fetched, Glyddyr?”
“Oh, certain, sir. There, let it pass now. A mere nothing.”
“Oh, my poor darling Claude,” whispered Mary, taking her cousin’s hand as they went out, and kissing her pale face as the large dark eyes gazed pitifully down in hers.