“Here it is, sir; she just wrote it on this paper.”
Mr. Irving took the paper from the boy, and read on it, “Miss Frances Arundel.” He gave a start and glanced at Dorothy. She was looking at him with horror-stricken face, and just then Jeanette came in at the door, closing it behind her, and leaving the office boy outside.
Jeanette looked quietly at Mr. Irving, and said:
“Did you get my letter?”
“I got a letter from Frances Arundel, yes,” said the old gentleman, who was fast getting bewildered.
“I wrote it,” said Jeanette, calmly. “I hope you can give me some work to do.”
“You wrote it!” said Mr. Irving. “Then who is that lady there?”
Jeanette turned a casual glance at Dorothy.
“I don’t understand you, sir,” she said; “are you asking me who that lady is? Isn’t she your secretary or something?”
“She says she’s Frances Arundel,” said Mr. Irving, grimly.