XIII
Next day Willy called at the studio, and Frank told him what had occurred.
“But I don't see why you shouldn't come to the Manor House,” said Willy. “If you will only say something about the Measons, I think it can be made all right.”
“No, I'm not going to turn against Meason; I have always found him a good fellow. I know nothing about his flirtation with Sally.”
“No more do I; I think it has been exaggerated, but, as you know, I never interfere. I wish you would come in to dinner one night.”
“Supposing I were to meet Berkins?”
Willy stroked his moustache.
“No, it is quite impossible that I could return to the Manor House. Your father behaved in a way—well, I will not say what I think of it.”
“Berkins hasn't been to the City since. Grace was over here yesterday, she says he limps about the garden. He'll never forgive you; he says that you didn't call the dog off at once.”