“But hadn't you better let me go with you?” he urged.
“No, you are very kind. And please don't come to see me until to-morrow; this has been enough for one day.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
|WADE found Stephen waiting for him when he entered the office.
“I am sorry I was detained,” he said smoothly. “But the fact is I've been to see Mr. Benson. I took your aunt there. I tell you she's a trump! She's the one person I know, who's just a little more than a match for him!” He threw himself down in the chair by the desk and sought among the litter of papers for his pipe and tobacco.
“My Aunt Virginia has been to see Mr. Benson!” cried Stephen. “Yes, sir, I just sent her home in a carriage,” said Wade coolly.
“I should have been told about this, Ben,” said Stephen resentfully. “It was my right to know what you were doing.”
“Oh, see here, Steve, that's no way to look at it. We wanted to spare you. You can't muss up in this; you wouldn't have cared to go to him yourself.”