He was then a boy, and who shall account for a boy's momentary impulses?
Constance was a practical sort of person, and in all likelihood thought no more of that foolish incident than he did.
"Why are you so eccentric in your movements, Dyce ?" said Mrs.Lashmar, irritably, when he entered the drawing-room again.

"You write one day that you're coming in a week or two, and on the next here you are.

How could you know that it was convenient to us to have you just now ?" "The Woolstan boy has a cold," Dyce replied, "and I found myself free for a few days.

I'm sorry to put you out." "Not at all.

I say that it _might_ have done." Dyce's bearing to his mother was decently respectful, but in no way affectionate.