“It is after one, and time that delicate people were at rest.”
“Very well; I am ready to go now, if you wish,” she said, quietly.
Mr. Tressalia and Mr. Sylvester now joined them, and the former made some proposal to madam regarding an excursion for the morrow.
While they were discussing the question Mr. Dalton tried to hurry Editha away, regardless of the propriety of the thing.
“I must bid them good-night, papa,” she said, coldly, and wilfully standing her ground, while she wondered at his extreme haste.
“Be quick about it, then, for I am dused tired,” he said, impatiently.
She then said good-night to them in a general way, and turned to accompany her father, not very well pleased to be treated so like a child.
“My dear,” called madam, with an anxious look in her eye, as she saw how pale and weary Editha was looking, “get all the rest you can, and then come to me as soon as you have breakfasted to-morrow, for I have something very particular to say to you. My room is No. 105.”
Editha promised, while Sumner Dalton ground his teeth with inward rage at this familiar request.
“What you can see in her to admire is more than I can imagine,” he remarked, curtly, on their way out of the park.