“She almost betrayed herself, then,” he thought, but he said nothing more to his brother, only when they were leaving the house.
“We will call on the Barrys,” he said. “Mother thinks they should be present at the ceremony tomorrow.”
“I do not think Lou—I mean Molly—would like it, Cecil,” Doctor Charley said, quickly, but his brother answered, morosely:
“It does not matter. We are not arranging the ceremony to please her, Charley.”
“But why humiliate her further? She is wretched enough already.”
“Not half so wretched as I am,” Cecil answered, with sudden sharp anger.
Doctor Charley could be obstinate, too, although he was so much sweeter-tempered than his brother.
“Very well, ask the Barrys if you like, but I am not going with you to call on them,” he replied quietly.
Cecil resented the refusal.
“By Jove, Charley, you go too far in taking her part,” he said sharply. “You seem to forget that Mrs. Barry and the niece are the wronged ones.”