"Exactly. That is what I tell Horace."
"I don't care!" the boy said stoutly. "He was starving, and we were brutes not to give him something. The Mater'll be sorry for it some day. I know it. I can feel it."
Captain Hindford began to talk about French plays rather hastily.
When Mrs. Errington went up to the drawing-room, Horace suddenly said to the Captain—
"I say, Hindford, do me a good turn to-night, will you?"
"Well, old chap, what is it, eh?"
"When you say 'good-night,' don't really go."
The Captain looked astonished.
"But——" he began.
"Wait outside a second for me. When the Mater's gone to bed I want you to come into the Park with me."