Mr. Vincent smiled full at him.
"You must take your place with others," he said. "These ladies—"
"Mr. Vincent, Mr. Vincent," cried Lady Laura. "He is quite right, you must help him. You must help us all."
"Well, Sunday week," he began deprecatingly.
Mrs. Stapleton broke in.
"No, no; now, Mr. Vincent, now. Do something now. Surely the circumstances are favorable."
"I must be gone again at six-thirty," said the man hesitatingly.
Laurie broke in. He felt desperate.
"If you can show me anything of this, sir, you can surely show it now. If you do not show it now—"
"Well, Mr. Baxter?" put in the voice, sharp and incisive, as if expecting an insult and challenging it.