"You here again!" he said, in a tone of displeasure. "Weren't you here this morning?"
"Yes."
"Did Aunt Eliza ask you to come this afternoon?"
"No."
"Then what brings you?"
"Business," answered Luke, curtly, and he quietly entered the hall, and said to a servant who was passing through, "Will you be kind enough to ask Mrs. Merton if she will see me?"
"Well, you're cheeky!" ejaculated Harold, who had in tended to keep him out.
"As long as Mrs. Merton doesn't think so, I shall not trouble myself," said Luke, coldly.
"Sooner or later Aunt Eliza will see you in your true colors," said Harold, provoked.
"I think she does now."