"Your mother's doing," said Mrs. Breede.
"U-u-u-mm!" said the Demon. "I'll go with them."
"I shall also go with my child," said the mother. "James, you will go too."
But Breede had acted without waiting to talk.
"Other car'll be here, 'n' I telephoned for quarters on boat. 'S full up, but they'll manage. Chap might cut her throat."
"U-u-u-mm!" said the Demon.
"Half pas' ten," reminded Breede. "Hurry!"
Bean had accosted the waster.
"Always take fumed eggs for breakfast," he cautioned. "Of course, little fruit an' tea an' things."
"Your father's had a sudden call to Paris. We're going with him," said the Demon, appearing bonneted.