wish,—heavens, how I wish you could see what a fool you look. Go back, quick, and look in the mirror before it wears off. You'll have the heartiest laugh you've had in years."
She leaned against the railing and continued to laugh. Not a sound from Mrs. Millidew, the elder.
"Do come up a few steps. Trotter," went on the younger gaily,—"and have a peep. You will—"
The other found her voice. There was now an agitated note, as of alarm, in it.
"Don't you dare come up those steps. Trotter;—I forbid you, do you hear!"
Trotter replied with considerable dignity. He had been shocked by the scene.
"I have no intention of moving in any direction except toward the front door," he said.
"Don't go away," called out his employer. "You are not dismissed."
"I came to explain my unavoidable absence last—"
"Some other time,—some other time. I want the car at half-past ten."
Young Mrs. Millidew was descending the stairs. Her smiling eyes were upon the distressed young man at the bottom. There was no response in his.
"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Millidew," he said, raising his voice slightly. "I came not only to explain, but to notify you that I am giving up my place almost immediately."
"What!" squeaked the old lady, coming to the top of the steps.
"It is imperative. I shall, of course, stay on for a day or two while you are finding—"
