“Are you?” said he. “Come along to my study first, though; I want to speak to you.”
“I can’t come, thank you,” said Wyndham.
“Can’t! Why ever not?” exclaimed Silk.
“I don’t want to come, that’s why,” said Wyndham, doggedly, and attempting to move past.
But this by no means suited Silk.
“Suppose I tell you you must come,” demanded he, stepping in front of the boy with a menacing air.
“Please let me go by,” repeated Wyndham, making another attempt.
“Not till you tell me what you mean by saying you won’t do as I tell you.”
“I mean that I’m not going to your study,” said young Wyndham.
“Oh, very well,” said Silk, standing back to let him pass.