“Yes; coming right up.”
“I was afraid you'd get away from us.”
“No, but I must be off now.” They were entering the room. “Le Duc wants you all over there to supper.”
“Over there?”
“Yes.”
“You mustn't go now, Mr. Halloran. He asked you, too, didn't he? Of course he did.”
“Why, I'd like to, but——
“Now, see here, after the turn things have taken we couldn't have the supper without you. That's a part of it, you see—it's the way I planned it. You've got to come.”
“Well, if you feel that way———”
“We do, and that's all there is about it. I guess we'd better be starting over, hadn't we? It's most half-past now. Where's your jacket, Jennie?” Mrs. Craig had no jacket, it appeared; but the Captain helped her on with her shawl. “Got your hat, George? Better let me have your arm, Jennie, going down the stairs. It's pretty dark.”