“Some chorus girls and the house girls, so far.”
“House girls? You mean the elevator girls——”
“Yes, and telephone operators and perhaps chambermaids,—oh, Dorrie, Uncle Bin was the sort of a man who is jolly with any woman. I’m willing to bet there was never a really wrong idea in his head, but he was so carelessly gay and chummy with them all, that a vicious or wicked woman could play the devil with him!”
“Poor Sir Herbert,—I rather liked him.”
“He liked you,—he said so. And he was in favor of our marriage, which is more than we can say for any of our nearer relatives.”
“Yes, indeed! Mother gets more and more wrathy about Miss Letty every day of her life,—and I expect this matter will just about finish her!”
“I suppose so. Now, we must get back, for my reasons and your own good. When can I see you again?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It all depends on the outcome of the present meeting of the two. If your aunt seems to want sympathy or help I daresay Mother would feel kindly toward her in this trouble. But if Miss Letty is uppish and reserved,—as I fear she will be,—then Mother will go for her! I’m only imagining all this; I’ve no idea what will really happen.”
Poor little Dorcas, it was well for her present peace of mind that she hadn’t!
The two walked slowly back to The Campanile, almost forgetting the tragedy that had come so close to them, in the content of being together.