"Oh, dat's all fine 'nuff. But I don't wish to stand in nobody's way. I'd better take my work upstairs."
"Set still, set still, Miss Victory," urged Dolf. "Der's no secret. We shall have de uttermost pleasure in making you 'quainted wid de pint in question."
Clorinda did not look altogether pleased with his eagerness to explain; she rather liked Victoria to suppose there was a secret between Dolf and herself; it seemed like paying off old scores, and though in a friendly mood, Clorinda was a woman still.
"'Splain or not, jis' as yer please," said Vic, tossing her head, viciously, "it's quite 'material to me."
But Dolf gave a voluble account of what his master and mistress had said and done the night the bracelet was lost, and ornamented the conversation beautifully, calling on Clorinda to set him right if he erred, and the points where Clo most loudly expressed her approval as being the exact words spoken, were those Dolf embroidered most highly.
"Why, dar goes marster now," exclaimed Victoria, suddenly. "He's gwine out to walk."
They all rushed to the window to look, as if there had been something wonderful in the sight, and just then Sally rushed in with a cry:
"The soup's bilin' over, Clo; come—quick!"