"Why, that you have an appointment with Evelyn."
"So I have, so I have!" he said, laying down his pen. "And if I don't hasten, I shall miss it."
Owen took his hat, saying, "Your hat wants brushing; you mustn't go to her with an unbrushed hat."
Ulick ran away north, casting one glance back. Owen—would he sit in his study thinking of his lost happiness or would he try to forget it in some picture-dealer's shop?
XIII
"Has Mr. Dean come in?"
"No, Sir Owen."
"What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock."
"Dinner is quite ready?"