“We will wait for them,” said Arthur.
The look that came to Graeme’s face, as she stood watching her brother’s coming, told that the shadow of a new care was brooding over her, and the light talk of her brother and sister told that it was one they did not see. She stood back a little, while they exchanged greetings, and looked at Harry with anxious eyes.
“Are you going out, Graeme?” asked he, coming within the gate.
“Only to walk. Will you go with us? Or shall I stay?”
“Miss Elliott,” interposed Charlie Millar, “I beg you will not. He doesn’t deserve it at your hands. He is as cross as possible. Besides, we are going to D street, by invitation, to meet the new partner. He came yesterday. Did Harry tell you?”
“Harry did not come home last night. What kept you, Harry?” asked Rose.
“We were kept till a most unreasonable hour, and Harry stayed with me last night,” said Charlie.
“And of course Graeme stayed up till all hours of the night, waiting for me,” said Harry, with an echo of impatience in his voice.
“Of course she did no such foolish thing. I saw to that,” said Arthur. “But which is it to be? A walk, or a quiet visit at home?”
“Oh! a walk, by all means,” said Charlie Millar.