"Fritz," said she, "give this sixpence to the man with the chairs."
"Yes, miss," Fritz dolefully replied. "A note for you, miss."
And he stretched forth a charger on which was a white envelope.
"Excuse me, uncle," said she, tearing the envelope.
"Dinna' mind me, lass," said he.
The note ran:
"I must see you by the Water to-night at nine o'clock. Don't fail, or there will be a row.—
A.D."
She crushed it.
"No answer, Fritz," said she. "Tell cook, dinner for two."