Dick was still calm.
"May I see Miss Meredith for a few minutes?" he went on.
"She won't see you, sir," stormed the irate parent. "She told me last night that she would never consent to see you again."
"Will you give me your permission to see her here and now, if she will consent?" Dick insisted steadily.
"She won't see you, I say."
"May I send a card to her?"
"She won't see you, sir," repeated Mr. Meredith doggedly.
Dick stepped out into the hall and beckoned to the maid.
"Please take my card to Miss Meredith," he directed.
The maid accepted the white square, with a little uplifting of her brows, and went up the stairs. Miss Meredith received it languidly, read it, then sat up indignantly.