“Baldy wants to see himself on the news stands,” she said, soothingly; “don’t deprive him of that pleasure, Mr. Towne.”
“Nothing of the kind, Jane,” exclaimed her brother.
“Baldy, I won’t quarrel with you before people. We must reserve that pleasure until we are alone.”
“I’m not quarrelling.”
Jane held up a protesting hand. “Oh, let’s run away from him, Mr. Towne. When he begins like that, there’s no end to it.”
She carried Frederick back to the house, and Evans, looking after them, said vindictively to Hallam, “Old Midas got his that time.”
Dr. Hallam chuckled. “You don’t hate him, do you? Evans, don’t let him have Jane. He isn’t worth it.”
“Neither am I,” said Evans. “But I would know better how to make her happy.”
Back once more in the bright little living-room, Towne said to Jane, “May I have another cup of tea?”
“It’s cold.”