"In the street."
"Oliver, you may go and get it, and bring it to Roland."
Roland laughed—a little low, chuckling laugh that was very exasperating to Oliver. Our hero's naturally pleasant face assumed a firm and determined expression. He was about to make a declaration of independence.
"Do you ask me to go for this ball as a favor?" he asked, turning to his step-father.
"No," returned the latter harshly. "I command you to do it without question, and at once."
"Then, sir, much as I regret it, I must refuse to obey you."
Oliver was pale but firm.
Mr. Kenyon's face, on the contrary, was flushed and angry.
"Do you defy me?" he roared furiously.
"I defy no one, sir, but you require me to do what would put me in the power of your son. If I consented, there would be no end to his attempts to tyrannize over me."