“You know the way, Mr. Boardman,” said Eunice, going before him, while Minnie followed timorously, but curious for what he should say. She lingered on the threshold, while her sister went in and pulled the electric apparatus which lighted the gas-burners. “I suppose Dan didn't break it?” she said, turning sharply upon him.
“No; and I don't think he was to blame,” said Boardman, inferring her reserved anxiety.
“Oh, I'm quite sure of that,” said Eunice, rejecting what she had asked for. “You'll find everything, Mr. Boardman. It was kind of you to come with Dan. Supper's at seven.”
“How severe you were with him!” murmured Minnie, following her away.
“Severe with Dan?”
“No—with Mr. Boardman.”
“What nonsense! I had to be. I couldn't let him defend Dan to me. Couple of silly boys!”
After a moment Minnie said, “I don't think he's silly.”
“Who?”
“Mr. Boardman.”