“Sit there,” he said softly, viciously; “sit there.” She began to cry, and he walked rapidly out of he dining-room, his cheeks flaming and his eyes lashing; and the embracing couples paid no attenion to him at all. He had to pass the door of he library to get his top-coat—he made up his nind to get out of the “goddamned house”—and pas walking quickly by the door when one of the patronesses called to him.
“Oh, Mr. Carver. Will you come here a ainute ?”
“Surely, Mrs. Reynolds.” He entered the li<rary and waited before the dowager.
“I left my wrap up-stairs—in Mr. Merrill’s 00m, I think it is. I am getting a little chilly. Von’t you get it for me?” “Of course. It’s in Merrill’s room?” “I think it is. It’s right at the head of the tairs. The wrap ’s blue with white fur.”
Hugh ran up the stairs, opened Merrill’s door, witched on the lights, and immediately spotted the rrap lying over the back of a chair. He picked
- up and was about to leave the room when a
oise behind him attracted his attention. He turned nd saw a man and a girl lying on the bed watching im.
Hugh stared blankly at them, his mouth half pen.
“Get th* hell out of here,” the man said roughly.
