“You said something about my card in the Doctors' Club—”
Something wistful in the girl's eyes caught and held Mrs. Boyer.
After all she was the mother of daughters. She held out her hand and her voice was not so hard.
“That will have to wait until another time. I have made a social visit and we'll not spoil it with business.”
“But—”
“I really think the boy's mother must attend to that herself. But I shall tell her where to find you, and”—here she glanced at Peter—“all about it.”
“Thank you,” said Harmony gratefully.
Peter had no finesse. He escorted Mrs. Boyer across the yard and through the gate with hardly a word. With the gate closed behind them he turned and faced her:—
“You are going away with a wrong impression, Mrs. Boyer.”
Mrs. Boyer had been thinking hard as she crossed the yard. The result was a resolution to give Peter a piece of her mind. She drew her ample proportions into a dignity that was almost majesty.