“I’m going out,” said the boy suddenly.
His father looked up from his paper with evident disappointment.
“I thought Esdaile was coming in for bridge?” he said quickly.
“I think, if you will excuse me, I’ll go out,” his son repeated, with a politeness which did not conceal his evident intention.
His father eyed him curiously for a moment, then he said:
“Musical comedy?”
The boy flushed scarlet.
“Do you wish to know where I am going, sir?” he asked with angry irony.
Edith interposed quickly.
“If you are going, Leslie,” she said, “would you mind telephoning for me, to Esdaile, not to come? It’s no use his coming if we aren’t going to play bridge.”