“Well, it is time to leave off, really,” said the vicar, glancing at his watch. “Half-past ten.”
“Don’t forget to give your winnings away in charity, parson,” said Richard, in a sneering tone.
“Dick!” whispered Eve, imploringly.
“Hold your tongue,” was the reply. “I know what I’m saying.”
“No fear,” said the vicar, good-temperedly, as he was bidding Mrs Glaire good night; “shall I send you an account? Good night, Miss Pelly. Thanks for a delightful evening. Good night, Mr Glaire.”
He held out his hand, and gave Richard’s a grip that made him wince, and then, after a few words in the hall, he was gone, with the doctor for companion.
“Thank goodness!” exclaimed Richard, savagely.
“Why, Dick, dear, how cross you have been,” said Eve, while Mrs Glaire watched the game.
“Cross! Enough to make one,” he cried, angrily; and then, mimicking the vicar’s manner, “Good night, Miss Pelly. Thanks for a delightful evening.”
“Well, I’m sure it was, Dick,” said Eve; “only you would be so cross.”