“How did they take it?”
“Better than I expected they would.”
“But what are we going to do, Roy?” Rex went on. “We can’t stay here.”
“No, of course not.”
“But what will people say? Won’t there be a terrible scandal?”
“You mustn’t talk that way, Rex. Remember that you and I are the ones mother must depend on now. If she sees us looking on the dark side it’ll make it so much the harder for her.”
“That’s it,” returned Rex. “Life is something you must go ahead with. You can’t lay it down when you get tired. All right; I’ll remember what you say, Roy, but it’s an awful come down.”
Rex, however, “came up to the scratch,” as he himself would have expressed it, nobly the next day.
Nobody went to church, and about half past eleven the door bell rang and “Mr. Darley and son” were announced.
Miles, as we shall continue to call him, sent up word to know if he could come up to Rex’s room.