“And Proctor goes too, I suppose?”
“Yes; of course, Phil goes too.”
“Anybody else?”
“We are each to take one friend, just for Saturday, to come home at night.”
“Oh? Then, you will take me. You said you would.”
“Did I? That must have been a long time ago.”
“But you did say so,—that, whenever you went, you would ask leave to take me.”
“I don’t remember any such thing. And I am going to take Dale this time. I have promised him.”
Holt cried with vexation. Dale was always in his way. Hugh cared for nobody but Dale; but Dale should not go to Mr Shaw’s till he had had his turn. He had been promised first, and he would go first. He would speak to Mrs Watson, and get leave to go and tell Mrs Shaw, and then he was sure Mr Shaw would let him go.
Hugh was very uncomfortable. He really could not remember having made this promise: but he could not be sure that he had not. He asked Holt if he thought he should like to be in people’s way, to spoil the holiday by going where he was not wished for; but this sort of remonstrance did not comfort Holt at all. Hugh offered that he should have the very next turn, if he would give up now.