“Come, Barry,” she said, “we’ll go now.”
But Barry, suddenly remembering the waiting guest in the drawing-room, replied:
“Why, I—I think I’ll stay here in Farrar’s study for a while. I—he’s got some books here I want to look at.”
“No, Barry. I want you with me. I want you to go to the street with me, and walk back with me to my office.”
This time he did not demur. He saw that she was in earnest. He knew that she had some good reason for wishing him to go, and he went.
As they passed down the hall they met Jane Chichester at the door of the drawing-room. Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes were wild.
“What does this mean?” she exclaimed. “Barry Malleson, what have you been doing?”
“Why,” stammered Barry, “I—we—we’ve been calling on the rector.”
“What for?” she demanded.