“Think? Nonsense. No, no. Lindon is too manly for that. Here, I am sure that you have a terrible headache, and you are worn out. Go to bed, and I’ll sit up for the young rascal, and have a talk to him when he comes in.”
“No, no!” exclaimed Mrs Lavington excitedly; “I do not like you to sit up for him. I will.”
“Not you. Too tired out as it is. No, my dear, you shall go to bed, and I will sit up for him.”
“Then let neither of us sit up.”
“Afraid I shall scold him, eh?”
“I cannot help being afraid of something of the kind, dear.”
“Very well, then we will both go, and let Jessie sit up.”
The maid was rung for, and entered.
“We are going to bed, Jessie. Master Lindon has not returned yet. You will sit up until he comes in.”
“Yes, sir.”