"Not into the Park, Mater," he said, as they were starting.
"Why not? We always walk there. Where else should we go?"
"Anywhere—shopping—Regent Street."
"No, Horace, I've got a headache to-day. I want a quiet place."
He didn't say more. They set out, and Mrs. Errington took the precise route they had followed the day before. She glanced rather sharply about her as they walked. Presently they reached the seat on which the beggar had been sitting just before he got up to follow them. Mrs. Errington paused beside it.
"I'm tired. Let us sit down here," she said.
"No, Mater, not here."
"Really, Horace," Mrs. Errington said, "you are in an extraordinary mood to-day. You have no regard for me. What is the matter with you?"
And she sat down on the seat. Horace remained standing.
"I shan't sit here," he said obstinately.