Josephine said there was some cold roast beef.
“Well, bring Miss Maria a plate, with a slice of bread-and-butter, and some beef.”
“Have you had any supper yourself, dear?” Ida asked.
“I declare I don't know, dear,” replied Harry, who looked unutterably worn and tired. “No, I think not. I don't know when I could have got it. No, I know I have not.”
“Josephine,” said Ida, “tell Annie to broil a piece of beefsteak for Mr. Edgham, and make a cup of tea.”
“Thank you, dear,” poor Harry said, gratefully. Then he said to Maria, “Will you wait and have some hot beefsteak and tea with papa, darling?”
Maria shook her head.
“I think she had better eat the cold beef and bread, and drink the wine, and go at once to bed, if she is to start on that early train to-morrow,” Ida said.
“Maybe you are right, dear,” Harry said. “Hurry with the roast beef and bread and wine for Miss Maria, Josephine, and Annie can see to my supper afterwards.”
All this time Harry was coaxing the baby to imbibe spoonfuls of the hot milk. It was hard work, for Evelyn was not very hungry. She had been given a good deal of cake and pie from a bakery all day.