Jonathan started away for the second time, then caught himself. "I forgot. I am ashamed to have forgotten. Perhaps you ought to be with your family Saturday evening. I should hate to feel—"
"My family is away."
If David's voice had become suddenly curt, Jonathan did not seem to perceive it.
"Then we'll consider it settled."
This time his departure was final. And the cloud, lifted a little by the efforts of a white-faced bookkeeper and a comically ugly manikin, settled upon David once more. He bent grimly to his interrupted work.
At that moment Radbourne was obtaining Miss Summers' assent to the occasion of Saturday. It was not hard to obtain.
"I like that young man," he confided. "I think we're going to be very good friends."
"I hope so."
"Yes. It would mean much to me, Miss Summers."
"But I was thinking of him," she said gravely.