Bobo still hung his head. Jack could not but feel a certain pity for him. After all it was he, Jack, who had got him into this mess.
"If you won't tell him I will!" said Miriam. She turned her blazing eyes on Jack. "Go! And the next time wait until you are asked, before you thrust yourself on your betters! You are only an upper servant. You have presumed on his good nature until now you think you are the master. I warn you you'll find a different kind of person in me! I can keep you in your place!"
Jack received this with a smile. He was thinking: "You are not Mrs. Norman yet, my lady!"
She read the thought as clearly as if it had been spoken. "I'm not afraid of you! You can't stop me in anything I mean to do! I despise you!"
"Well, there's virtue in frankness," murmured Jack. "But let's not rattle the family skeleton in public."
It was true, people were beginning to look curiously towards their table.
"After all, it's a simple matter," Jack went on, "and it's entirely up to Bobo. Bobo, are you coming with me, or are you going to stay here?"
"I'll stay," muttered Bobo sullenly.
Miriam smiled triumphantly.
Jack appeared to give in good-humoredly. "Suits me," he said.