‘There, there! That will be all right, quite all right.’ He takes her to the door. ‘Good-night, my dear.’
‘Good-night, Mr. Don.’
‘Good-bye, Laura,’ says the third voice.
Mr. Don is looking so glum that the moment they are alone Dick has to cry warningly, ‘Face!’ He is probably looking glum himself, for he says candidly, ‘Pretty awful things, these partings. Father, don’t feel hurt though I dodge the good-bye business when I leave you.’
‘That’s so like you, Dick!’
‘I’ll have to go soon.’
‘Oh, Dick! Can’t you——’
‘There’s something I want not to miss, you see.’
‘I’m glad of that.’
‘I’m not going yet; but I mean that when I do I’ll just slip away.’