“Roy, you unkind boy,” she said, turning with a look of positive anger. “How you can do it!”
“O I’m sorry. I didn’t remember. Isn’t Den better?”
“Not remember! But you ought to remember. So without thought. It is selfishness.”
For Lucille to be seriously displeased with Roy was an event so new in his experience, that Roy gazed with astonished eyes.
“No matter,” interposed Denham. “Had a good time, Roy?”
“I’ve seen lots of people. Den, I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean——”
“No, of course not. It’s all right.”
“Where is my father?” Roy asked in a subdued voice.
“Gone out—but ten minutes since,” said Lucille. “General Cunningham sent to see him on business. And Colonel Baron has to go with him somewhere, and cannot return soon. So dinner is put off till six.”
“And mamma?”