The clerk withdrew, and announced her wishes, to his employer.
"Vell," said Mr. Swartz. "Tell her to come in."
She walked up to the door, and as she reached the threshold it opened and Mr. Elder, stood before her. She spoke not a word as he started from surprise at her unexpected appearance. She only gazed upon him for awhile with a calm and steady gaze. Hastily dropping his eyes to the ground, Mr. Elder recovered his usual composure, and brushing past the soldier's wife left the store, while she entered the office where Mr. Swartz was.
"Oot tam," he muttered as she entered. "I shall give dat clerk te tevil for sending dis voman to me. Sum peggar I vill pet."
"I have called on you again, Mr. Swartz," Mrs. Wentworth began.
Mr. Swartz looked at her as if trying to remember where they had met before, but he failed to recognize her features.
"I don't know dat you vash here to see me pefore," he replied.
"You do not recognize me," she remarked, and then added: "I am the lady who sold her last piece of furniture to you some time ago."
He frowned as she reminded him who she was, for he then surmised what the object of her visit was.