“Very jolly this!” thought our hero as he sat down in his usual place.
“A little more milk, if you please,” said Tom as Mrs. Middleton passed his tea, diluted by a spoonful of milk.
“I have given you as much as I take myself,” said Corinthia sourly.
Tom reached over without a word, and taking the milk-pitcher, used what he wanted.
Mrs. Middleton’s sallow face flushed.
“Did you see that, Mr. Middleton?” she demanded.
“I did, my dear.”
“What do you think of it?”
“I think it very ill-bred.”
Tom looked from one to the other attentively. He didn’t know what to make of the change in their demeanor.