"From 'Beach House'—a long way off. At least, it must be a long way, though I did n't think so when I was walking."
"The way is apt to seem longer when we turn back," said the other. "But now, how will you manage? Can you get back to Beach House without having some refreshment first? Suppose—suppose now, little boy, that you come and lunch with me!"
Paul looked up at him in surprise.
"I mean it," said the old gentleman with a laugh which seemed to match his eyes. "Come now, are you not very late for luncheon at home?"
"Yes," murmured Paul, blushing.
"And won't you be scolded for that?"
"Yes," with a deeper blush.
"Perhaps not get much luncheon when the scolding is over, eh?"
Paul could not answer this question, but the old gentleman saw he had guessed aright.
