III
“Willy, make haste, I beg of you; I shall miss my train. It is now exactly half-past nine.”
“You had better go without me; I cannot start now. I haven't nearly got my things together.”
“Very well, very well.”
Willy walked from room to room tying and untying brown paper parcels in his most methodical and most dilatory manner. His sisters stood watching him from the drawing-room door.
“Did father tell you nothing when Berkins left? They had a row, hadn't they? It isn't off, is it?”
“I wish you would not speak so loud, Sally; you can be heard all over the house.”
“Do tell us.”
“But I don't know. Father was very much upset. I couldn't speak to him about my own business, I know that.”
“Well, I suppose we shall hear about it to-night. You are going to meet Frank in Brighton, aren't you?”