“Good afternoon, Mr. Cameron,” said James, who was always polite to the rich manufacturer's son.
“Good afternoon, James.”
“Won't you go out in my boat, Mr. Cameron?”
“Thank you, I have just returned from the pond. I am obliged to go back to the hotel to write a letter.”
“I should have been glad of your company.”
“You won't be alone,” said Cameron, mischievously. “I left Herbert Carter at the pond.”
“Was he out in the boat?” asked James, hastily.
“Yes.”
Without a word James walked abruptly away. He was very angry with Herbert, who, he naturally concluded, was out in his boat.
“He's the most impudent and cheeky boy I ever met!” he said to himself. “Last evening, I positively forbade his getting into my boat and he don't take the slightest notice of it. He needn't think he can take such liberties.”