The Mackhai’s brow contracted, and Kenneth gave his left leg a kick with his right heel, so as to stop an inclination to laugh.
“I—I have—I have not kept you waiting?” faltered Max.
“Not very long,” said The Mackhai coldly; “but we always sit down to meals directly the gong has sounded.”
The butler left the room.
“I am very sorry,” faltered Max; “but I got so wet for the second time to-day, that I thought I had better have a warm bath.”
“Indeed!” said The Mackhai coldly. “Oh my, what a molly!” muttered Kenneth. “My father told me to be careful,” continued Max.
“Pray follow out your father’s advice,” said The Mackhai, “and consider that you are quite at home here.”
“How jolly sarcastic father is!” thought Kenneth.
“Thank you,” said Max politely.
“While this place is mine, I wish my guests to be quite at their ease,” continued The Mackhai; “but you will excuse me for saying that we never dress for dinner.”