"Well, uncle, how are you?" he said. "I'm so glad to find Evelyn better; it is so nice to see you again, uncle."
Sir William took his hand and shook it coldly. "And pray where did you come from, Donald?" he said, sternly.
"Why, the fact is, uncle," said the young man, "to-day is a bank holiday, and I have been working so hard lately that I thought a little fresh air would set me up again, and as I had not seen you for such a long time, I thought I would look you up."
"When I was a young man, Donald," said his uncle, dryly, "I waited for an invitation before I went to visit my friends."
Mr. Trafford coloured, but he answered gaily: "I can put up at the 'Royal Oak,' to-night, uncle, if it is at all inconvenient for me to stay here; I did not think the house would be full at this time of the year."
Sir William did not answer him, but turning to Evelyn, told her that the gong had sounded, and asked her if she wished to go downstairs to dinner.
"No, papa," said Evelyn; "I think May and I will dine upstairs. I feel rather tired this evening."
"Very well, then, we will go downstairs, Donald," said Sir William; and they left the room.
"Oh dear, May," said Evelyn, as soon as the door was shut, "I am afraid papa is very angry; I never saw him look so vexed before. But I don't know why he should be so angry, do you? It isn't as if Donald was no relation of ours, and I am sure he is very nice. I can't think why papa is always so vexed when he comes here."
"I am very sorry you are so tired, Evelyn dear," I said, as I made her lie down on the sofa till dinner was brought upstairs.