"Jimmy?" cried Tod, surprised. "Did you see him?"
"No, he came to the hotel and tried to force his way in. I refused to see him, but he wouldn't go, so I called the porter and had him removed from the door of my rooms."
Tod rubbed his hands gleefully.
"Good!" he cried joyfully. "That's bully!"
"He acted like a madman," went on his mother. "He said he was sorry and would make any amends if only I would forgive him, but I wouldn't listen."
"I told you what you might expect with a man of that kind. I don't see how you ever married him. I ought to have kicked him downstairs when he first patted me on the head and called me sonny boy."
"To think," wailed Mrs. Marsh, "that his millions consisted of the property left to this poor girl by her father. My whole life wasted——"
"Oh, come now, mother," protested Tod, "not your whole life! You lived happily with my father for eleven years."
"I mean—my widowhood has been wasted," replied his mother, with a sigh.
Further conversation was interrupted by the entrance of old man Collins, who, going to the desk, gathered pen, ink, and paper and then made his way solemnly upstairs. He had no sooner disappeared than the door of the female ward opened and Mrs. Johnson appeared. Addressing Mrs. Marsh, she said respectfully: