“Yes? What is it, Harold?”
“Miss Trant, Mr. Waters says he wishes to see you in his private room at two o’clock.”
“To see me?” I asked in a panic; hoping that it might not be true, that by some lucky chance my ears had deceived me. They hadn’t.
“Yes; at two o’clock sharp, miss.”
“Very well, Harold,” I heard myself say in a small, dismayed voice.
Then I heard the door of our room shut upon the office-boy’s exit.
I turned, to meet the shrewd, sympathetic brown eyes of Miss Robinson over her machine.
“Governor sent for you?”
I nodded dismally.