"Who do you think?"
"Miss Averill?"
"No; it wasn't Miss Averill. As far as I can make out little old Milly doesn't give you a second thought, now that she knows you're in the bosom of your family."
"Is that true?"
"Why, of course it's true. Did you want to think she was pining away?"
"Well, who did tell you?"
"Why should I want any one to tell me? Ever since I've been with Clotilde I'm always on the lookout for new customers. I get a commission on every pair."
"But it wasn't for the commission you came to see Mrs. Harrowby."
"Well, what was it for then?"
"That's what I want you to tell me."