“You remember, Roy,” she went on, “how he teased me to let him go to New Haven with young Harrington? It is possible he may have gone after all. I wish you would go in next door and see if you can find out.”
Roy instantly recalled the three dollars Rex had borrowed from him, but he said nothing of it. He went at once to make his call next door.
He asked for Mrs. Harrington, telling the servant that he wished to see her on a matter of importance. He sent up his name, Roy Pell.
“You are the young man my son speaks of,” said Mrs. Harrington when she appeared in the great drawing room, and put up her lorgnette to survey her caller.
“No, that is Reginald, my brother. I called in to find out if he went off to New Haven with your son.”
“What! you know nothing of his whereabouts yourselves?”
Mrs. Harrington did not seek to conceal her surprise. Roy felt humiliated, but there was nothing for it but to admit the fact.
“We are afraid he may have gone off without my mother’s leave,” he said. “He was very anxious to go with your son. He had an invitation to go down to Marley the same day. We thought he had gone, but we find now that he has not been there.”
“Your mother did not wish him to go with Dudley, you say?”
There was a trace of severity in Mrs. Harrington’s tones.