“It's nothing very bad, I hope?”
“Oh, I don't mean that I understand it all, but I know something about it. Mr. Beveridge had no right to go to father.”
“Oh, it was Mr. Beveridge?”
“Yes, it was. Tell me, mother, did he—do you know what else he said?”
“No, I haven't asked him. But he wants us to go very much, and I don't think we had better say anything.”
“He wants you to go, too?”
“Yes.”
“Now, mother, you won't think I'm very bad if I—don't go?”
“I'm afraid your father—”
“Father doesn't understand it himself, I'm sure. It is all a mistake—”