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.