“Certainly,” said the girl.
“And—I wouldn’t try to see Mrs. Van Rensselaer again—she’s—rather excitable—”
“I certainly shall not!” said Elizabeth, her cheeks growing very red at the remembrance of the insult.
“And I’m sorry that you had to endure such impudence from that cat of a maid. She’s insufferable!”
“That doesn’t—matter—,” she turned toward the door again, wishing she were out on the sidewalk now in the cool air. Her heart was beating so fast again, and she was sure she was going to cry!
Perhaps the dewy look about her eyes gave warning of this, for the man suddenly changed his tone toward her:
“Look here, little girl, don’t take this thing too seriously. You’ve done an awfully sporty thing, coming here to tell me this, after the way that young rascal of a son of mine treated
