She looked up and smiled.
"You can trust me to do that," she said. "Wait! Take another cigar; there's some more whisky there. I won't keep you ten minutes," and she got up and ran from the room.
She was scarcely gone more than ten minutes when there came a knock at the door.
"Come in," he said, and a fair-haired lady, dressed in black, with a pale face and dark hollows under her eyes, with quivering lips and shaking hands, nervously and timidly entered the room.
Austin Ambrose rose with some surprise and embarrassment.
"Do you wish to see Miss Belvoir?" he said quietly.
The lady threw up her hands to her face and broke into passionate sobs; then suddenly they changed to peals of laughter, and, whipping off her bonnet and wig, Lottie herself stood before him.
"Will that do?" she demanded.
Austin Ambrose nodded emphatic approval.
"Excellent! You nearly took me in, my dear Lottie, and I was prepared for you. Capital!"