“I shall expect you to-morrow,” he said.
“I shall be with you at eleven o’clock,” she replied. He then left the room, Dick accompanying him as far as the hall door.
The moment Barbara and Mrs. Pelham were alone Barbara spoke.
“I am glad that is over,” she said.
“Why do you dislike him, Barbara?”
“I cannot explain what I feel about him,” said Barbara impatiently. “By the way was he making an appointment with you? I thought we were to go to Exeter to-morrow.”
“I hope, dear, that you will not mind putting off the expedition until Friday, or, if that is very inconvenient, will you go without me?”
“Of course I will put it off if there is any good reason for it,” said Barbara. “We can go on Friday quite as well as to-morrow.”
“Dr. Tarbot wants to leave for London on Friday morning,” said Mrs. Pelham, “and as he wishes to see me on a matter of business I appointed to-morrow at eleven o’clock.”
“Well,” said Barbara, tapping her fingers lightly on the mantelpiece, “we must ask him to lunch, I suppose. I frankly confess that I shall be glad when he goes.”