He had a habit of shuffling about in felt
slippers which were altogether inaudible.
"Miss Edith was speaking of asking a visitor--a Mr. Bomford--down for
the week-end," Burton explained suavely. "I somehow felt that I should
not like him. In any case, I have been here for a week and I really
ought--"
"Edith will do nothing of the sort," the professor declared, sharply.
"Do you hear that, Edith? No one is to be asked here at all. Mr.
Burton's convenience is to be consulted before any one's."
She yawned and made a face at Burton.
"Very well, father," she replied meekly, "only I might just as well not
be engaged at all."
"Just as well!" the professor snapped. "Such rubbish!"
Edith swung herself upright in the hammock, arranged her skirts, and
faced her father indignantly.
"How horrid of you!" she exclaimed. "You know that I only got engaged
to please you, because you thought that Mr. Bomford would take more
interest in publishing your books. If I can't ever have him here, I
shall break it off. He expects to be asked--I am quite sure he does."
The professor frowned impatiently.
"You are a most unreasonable child," he declared. "Mr. Bomford may
probably pay us a passing visit at any time, and you must be content
with that.
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