"Yes! I did tell her to send you in. What's the matter? Anything?"
"No." The answer was brutal in its curtness.
"You've been with that Skinner girl again." The woman sat up in bed and exclaimed angrily. "I can tell by the way you act."
A sudden fury took possession of the student.
"Of course, I haven't been to Skinner's," he contradicted roughly. "Didn't I tell you I wouldn't go and see her any more? What do you want now?"
Relieved by his words in spite of the ugly way in which they were uttered, Mrs. Graves sank back on the pillows. "Sit down," she invited.
He was too nervous and angry willingly to grant even so small a request just then.
"I can listen as well standing here," he answered crossly.
"But I can't talk as well when you stand," insisted Mrs. Graves, peevishly. "Frederick! What's happened to you since your father died? That squatter girl's turned your head. I know it. She's completely spoiled you."
Tessibel and all her girlish sweetness came vividly across the boy's mind. It was ridiculous to blame Tess. Ah, if he were as good as Tess desired him to be, his life would be the most exemplary.