"I do believe he has forgotten dinner," said Rachel, looking at Polly with a woe-begone face. "It is a shame," said Polly, "and you've got such a nice one for him. It's just like the master; he don't think of himself a bit. He's thinking of them people." And Luke, perfectly unconscious of the surprised distress he had left behind him, knowing that he was late for an engagement, hurried into a pastry cooks, bought a penny bun, and went off to his meeting, thinking to himself, "I must have a study somehow or other. It is impossible to do my work without it." Should he suggest to Rachel to turn the little spare room into a study? No, that would prevent her having her sister to stay with her upon which, he knew, she had set her heart. He felt almost inclined to go to the extravagance of renting a room in the house where his mother lived. That was not a bad idea at all. He would talk it over with his mother. When he returned home, to his surprise he found Rachel looking worried. "Oh Luke," she said, as she glanced up from her work when he opened the door. "What have you been doing? Do you know that you have had no dinner and that Polly and I waited for ours till three o'clock, hoping that you would come. It is really too bad of you." Rachel was evidently ruffled. "I've had lunch, so don't worry dear," he said, "I'm a bad boy I fear." Rachel laughed. "You are a very bad boy indeed," she said, "and don't a bit deserve to have a wife who has prepared a particularly nice dinner for you. But what have you had, and where did you have it?" "I got a bun, and that supported me well all through the meeting for which I was nearly late." "A bun! only a bun! Oh Luke, you really are impossible. Of course," she added as she rose, "you must have a proper meal now." "No, have tea early and give me an egg. That's all I feel inclined for." He made his way towards his writing table, then stopped short. "Who has been moving my papers?" he asked. Rachel started. She had never heard Luke speak so irritably before. "I have been tidying up," she said, "I hope I have done no mischief. All the letters I have put in the top drawer. See, here they are," opening the drawer quickly, "and your larger papers and books I have laid together. They are quite all right. I was most careful of them." Luke checked the expression of impatience that he was about to use, and only said: "I'd rather that they had been left just as I put them. It delays me to have to hunt for letters." "But the room had to look tidy," said Rachel distressed, "and I thought that if anyone came in to see me and happened to be shown into the dining-room you would not care for your letters to be strewn about. You remember you left in a hurry."