“May I go now?” he asked.
“Yes, if you like. But do not bring Luke to me until he is prepared to apologise for his ingratitude and rudeness.”
“What a dear boy he is!” ejaculated Mrs. Ingham-Baker almost before the door was closed. “So upright and honest and straightforward.”
“Yes,” answered Mrs. Harrington, with a sigh of anger.
“He will be a fine man,” continued Mrs. Ingham-Baker. “I shall die quite happy if my Agatha marries such a man as Henry will be.”
Mrs. Harrington glanced at her voluminous friend rather critically.
“You do not look like dying yet,” she said.
Mrs. Ingham-Baker put her head on one side and looked resigned.
“One never knows,” she answered. “It is a great responsibility, Marian, to have a daughter.”
“I should imagine, from what I have seen of Agatha, that the child is quite capable of taking care of herself.”