leaving the door open behind her. When she reached the drawing-room she called her boy in from the garden.
"Tommy," she said, "it is past eight. Run away to bed. You were very late last night."
The child immediately began to protest; but she cut him short.
"Off with you," she cried. "Make haste. I can see you are looking tired."
"I am not tired, mother," said the boy, preparing to whimper.
"Tired or not, you must go when I say it," answered Lady Locke, with a harshness such as she had never displayed before. "Don't dispute about the matter, but go straight off. My boy must be like a soldier and obey the orders of his superior officer. I am your superior officer."
She pointed to the door, and Tommy departed reluctantly, with a very red face, and the menacing expression of an angry, governed child.
Lord Reggie came in from the garden. He found Lady Locke apparently immersed in the foreign intelligence of the Times Supplement.
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That evening, after dinner, Lady Locke said to Lord Reggie—
"I don't wish my little boy to wear flowers.
