Young Haight was confused, incredulous; he could not at first make out what had happened.
“Well, just come and look at the broken glass on the floor,” shouted Turner decisively, dragging him into the dining-room. They waited, breathless, to hear what he would say. He looked at the broken glass and then into their faces. Then he suddenly exclaimed:
“Ah, you’re joking me.”
“No, honestly,” protested Vandover, “that was just the way it happened.”
It was some little time before they could get over their impression of queerness, but by and by Geary cried out that the tamales were getting cold. They settled down to their lunch, and the first thing young Haight did was to cut his lip on the edge of the broken glass. Turner had set it down with the others and he had inadvertently filled it for himself.
It was a trifling cut. Turner fetched some court-plaster, and his lip was patched up. For all that, it bled quite a little. He was very embarrassed; he kept his handkerchief to his mouth and told them repeatedly to go on with their lunch and not to mind him.
As soon as they were eating and drinking they began to be very jolly, and Vandover was especially good-humoured and entertaining. He made Henrietta Vance shout with laughter by pretending that the olive in his tamale was a green hen’s egg.
About half-past ten young Haight rose from the table saying he thought it was about time to say good-night. “Don’t be in a hurry,” said Turner. “It’s early yet.” After that, however, they broke up very quickly.
Before he left Vandover saw Turner in the dining-room alone for a minute.
“Will I see you at church to-morrow?” he asked, as she held his overcoat for him.
“I don’t know, Van,” she answered. “You know Henrietta is going to stay all night with me, and I think she will want me to go home with her to-morrow morning and then stay to dinner with her. But I’m going to early communion to-morrow morning; why can’t you meet me there?”
“Why, I can,” answered Vandover, settling his collar. “I should like to very much.”
“Well, then,” she replied, “you can meet me in front of the church at half-past seven o’clock.”
“Hey, break away there!” cried Geary from the front door. “Come along, Van, if you are going with us.”
Turner let Vandover kiss her before they joined the others. “I’ll see you at seven-thirty to-morrow morning,” he said as he went away.
The three young men went off down the street, arm in arm, smoking their cigars and cigarettes. As soon as they were alone, Charlie Geary began to tell the other two of everything he had been doing since he had last seen them.
“Well, sir,” he said as he took an arm of each, “well, sir, I had a fine sleep last night; went to bed at ten and never woke up till half-past eight this morning. Ah, you bet I needed it, though. I’ve been working like a slave this week. You know I take my law-examinations in about ten days. I’ll pass all right. I’m right up to the handle in everything. I don’t believe the judge could stick me anywhere in the subject of torts.”