“Do you suppose she would mind about it?”
“Women are generally glad to know when they are liked,” Nancy said sagely.
“But most likely she knew it, without my telling.”
Nancy shook her head.
“More likely she never guessed it. You probably lorded it over her and treated her like a servant.”
To her surprise, Barth blushed scarlet. Then he answered frankly,—
“How you do get at things, Miss Howard! The fact is, I tipped the girl, one night. It seemed to me then merely the usual thing to do. Since then, I haven’t been so sure. She was quite a lady, and—”
Nancy interrupted him ruthlessly.
“How did she take it?” she demanded.
“As she would have taken a blow on the cheek. I meant it well. I had given her a bad day of it, and I thought it was only decent to make up for it. I wish now I hadn’t; but I couldn’t well ask for the money again, though I knew from the way her heels hit the floor that she was wishing she could throw it back at me. Do you know,” Mr. Cecil Barth added thoughtfully; “that I sometimes think our English ways aren’t always understood over here.”