Growling to himself like an irritable dog, the young man rose and touched the electric bell.
‘Mv cousin is very late,’ he said to the servant when she appeared.
‘Yes, sir; she is very uncertain.’
‘It is seven o’clock. You said she dined at seven.’
‘Yes, sir. But sometimes she does not return to dinner, If she is not here at the hour we don’t expect her.’
George Craik uttered an angry exclamation.
‘Where the deuce can she be?’ he cried, scowling ominously.
‘I can’t say, sir,’ returned the servant smiling. ‘Miss Craik is most uncertain, as I told you. She may be dining out—with Mr. Bradley.’
The young man seized his hat, and began striding up and down the room. Then he stopped, and seeing a curious smile still lingering on the servant’s face, said sharply:
‘What are you laughing at? This is no laughing matter. I tell you I must see my cousin!’