'It's past one.'
Corinne's manner jarred a little on all three of the others. Mildred seemed to sink even closer toward Humphrey.
Henry felt another sob coming. Desperately he swallowed it down.
Humphrey, holding Mildred's head against his shoulder, looked up at Corinne. His face was not distinctly visible; but he seemed to be studying the tall, easy-going, unexpectedly practical girl.
'I don't think you understand,' he finally said. 'It's very, very awkward. My hat is in there.'
'Where?'
'In the parlour. On the piano, I think.'
'I don't think he lighted the parlour. We three can go up just the same. Now listen. Henry can leave his hat here with you, and get yours when he comes away.'
'It has my initials in it,' said Humphrey.
Corinne walked on the grass to the corner; came swiftly back.