Both were quite engrossed. Sylvia had reached an extremely interesting portion of her book, and Henry was reading a section of his paper which made him fairly warlike. However, the clock striking four aroused both of them.
“I think it is very funny that they have not come home,” said Sylvia.
“I dare say they will be along pretty soon,” said Henry.
Sylvia looked keenly at him. “Henry Whitman, did he go to the Ayres's?” said she.
Henry, cornered, told the truth. “Well, I shouldn't wonder,” he admitted.
“I think it is pretty work,” said Sylvia, angry red spots coming in her cheeks.
Henry said nothing.
“The idea that a young man can't be in the house with a girl any longer than this without his fairly chasing her,” said Sylvia.
“Who knows that he is?”
“Do you think he is interested in the Ayres girl?”