“How do you spell ‘harassed’?” questioned Tommy! “two r’s or one.”
“One r,” Peter informed her, “two s’s.”
“I thought so.” The trouble passed from Tommy’s face.
“You don’t ask when he’s going, you don’t ask where he’s going,” complained Peter. “You don’t seem to be interested in the least.”
“I was going to ask, so soon as I had finished correcting this sheet,” explained Tommy. “What reason does he give?”
Peter had crossed over and was standing where he could see her face illumined by the lamplight.
“It doesn’t upset you—the thought of his going away, of your never seeing him again?”
“Why should it?” Tommy answered his searching gaze with a slightly puzzled look. “Of course, I’m sorry. He was becoming useful. But we couldn’t expect him to stop with us always, could we?”
Peter, rubbing his hands, broke into a chuckle. “I told him ’twas all fiddlesticks. Clodd, he would have it you were growing to care for the fellow.”
“For Dick Danvers?” Tommy laughed. “Whatever put that into his head?”
“Oh, well, there were one or two little things that we had noticed.”
“We?”
“I mean that Clodd had noticed.”
I’m glad it was Clodd that noticed them, not you, dad, thought Tommy to herself. They’d have been pretty obvious if you had noticed them.
“It naturally made me anxious,” confessed Peter. “You see, we know absolutely nothing of the fellow.”
“Absolutely nothing,” agreed Tommy.
“He may be a man of the highest integrity. Personally, I think he is. I like him. On the other hand, he may be a thorough-paced scoundrel. I don’t believe for a moment that he is, but he may be. Impossible to say.”
“Quite impossible,” agreed Tommy.
“Considered merely as a journalist, it doesn’t matter. He writes well. He has brains. There’s an end of it.”
“He is very painstaking,” agreed Tommy.
“Personally,” added Peter, “I like the fellow.” Tommy had returned to her work.
Of what use was Peter in a crisis of this kind? Peter couldn’t scold. Peter couldn’t bully. The only person to talk to Tommy as Tommy knew she needed to be talked to was one Jane, a young woman of dignity with sense of the proprieties.
“I do hope that at least you are feeling ashamed of yourself,” remarked Jane to Tommy that same night, as the twain sat together in their little bedroom.