"Million!" I said anxiously, as I folded the borrowed blouse I'd taken off her, "Miss Million, do you like him?"
Miss Million's grey eyes sparkled. She said: "Who wouldn't like him?"
A pang seized me. A pang of the old apprehension that my little heiress of a mistress might lose her heart to a graceless fortune-hunter!
I said, with real anxiety in my tone: "Oh, my dear, you don't think you are going to fall in love with this Mr. Burke, do you?"
CHAPTER XXVI
MISS MILLION IN LOVE
At last I have been allowed to get to the bottom of what this extraordinary place, the "Refuge," really is!
It is no more a lunatic asylum, of course, than it is a nunnery.