She had been established some ten days in her new home, when one morning Mr. Gedge-Tomkins and the Honorable John Ruffin came out of the doors of their respective chambers at the same moment, on their way to the Law Courts. They greeted each other amicably enough, though either enjoyed something of the contempt for the other of the ant for the butterfly and of the butterfly for the ant Neither contempt was really well-grounded, for there was more of the ant in the Honorable John Ruffin and more of the butterfly in Mr. Gedge-Tomkins than either of them dreamed.
They walked down the stairs in the dignified fashion their robes demanded, talking, with the Englishman's passionate interest, of the weather.
But as they were crossing the King's Bench Walk, Mr. Gedge-Tomkins said, "I see that you've kept on that dishonest little girl, in spite of the way she tricked us about her aunt's death, as your laundress."
"No, not my laundress; she is my housekeeper—my resident housekeeper," said the Honorable John Ruffin coldly.
"Well, all I can say is, it's putting a premium on
