“What’s the matter?” asked Nancy, a little fearfully.
“He acts like a bear with a sore head trying to open a honey tree. He’ll eat you alive, Miss Nancy.”
“All right. The banquet might as well begin right now,” returned the girl, bound not to show how shaky she really was.
So she walked directly to Mr. Gordon’s door, knocked lightly, and without waiting for any encouragement, walked in upon the big man in the armchair before the flat table.
Again he was silent, but Nancy knew that he was looking at her in the mirror. Nancy was very glad, for a moment, that she was looking her best. She flushed a little, took another step forward, and said:
“How do you do, Mr. Gordon?”
“What do you want now?” demanded the lawyer, ungraciously.
“I want you to see me and tell me if you are satisfied with my progress, sir,” she said, boldly, as she had intended.
“Humph! I receive reports from the woman who runs that school.”
“But you don’t know how I look—how much I’ve grown.”