“We must be getting along, Mrs. Morland,” said Dr. Ford. “Where’s Tony?”
Mrs. Morland had received Tony’s message, and though she believed him to be fairly truthful, at any rate in intention, she could not help an anxious glance at the clock, for Dr. Ford had always been one of Tony’s sharpest critics, and Tony’s mother, who adored and disliked her youngest son to distraction, did not wish her old friend to have a righteous cause of displeasure against him. The hands of the clock stood at fourteen and a half minutes past six when these thoughts rushed through her head.
“He will be here at a quarter past to pick us up,” she said. “He had to talk to a soldier he knows.”
“Seeing a man about a dog, I suppose,” said Dr. Ford, a remark which Mrs. Morland decided not to forgive for some time,
