Nevertheless, intent on seeing what manner of Circe was ruining his son’s life, Johnathan shed hat and coat and headed grimly for the parlor.
Hands in pockets, face glowering, Johnathan stood between the portières, waiting for the music to cease. Nathan was advised of his father’s appearance by a warning dig from Edith’s elbow. Miss Gardner sensed something amiss, stopped playing, turned around.
“This is my father,” said Nathan thickly. “Pa, this is Miss Gardner.”
Carol arose and moved over effusively, one hand on a hip, the other outstretched to Johnathan.
“Oh, Mr. Forge,” she gushed, “I’ve heard so much about you and so wanted to meet you——”
Johnathan did not remove his hands from his pockets. He addressed himself to his daughter.
“Edith, your mother wants you! Nathan, you and I have business to discuss. Miss Gardner will excuse us.”
Edith’s face flamed scarlet.
“But, dad, I’ve asked Miss Gardner to stay to supper——”
“I’m sorry! We’ve got other company to supper. Miss Gardner will excuse us from supper too.”