He carried her bag down to the cab.
“And me in my state of health,” she said as she followed him. From the cab she gave her parting shot.
“And if this horrible thing hadn’t happened, I might have stayed with you all the winter and perhaps part of the spring.”
William’s father wiped his brow with his handkerchief as the cab drove off.
“How dreadful!” said his wife, but she avoided meeting his eye. “It’s—it’s disgraceful of William,” she went on with sudden spirit. “You must speak to him.”
“I will,” said his father determinedly. “William!” he shouted sternly from the hall.
William’s heart sank.
“She’s told,” he murmured, his last hope gone.
“You’d better go and get it over,” advised Henry.
“William!” repeated the voice still more fiercely.