"Kindly send my bill to my room, and please consider yourself at perfect liberty to dispose of it to some one else."
"With great pleasure, Mrs. Mangenborn," replied Miss Husted, "with very great pleasure! And I may add I was going to ask you for your room this very evening."
Mrs. Mangenborn's only answer was a loud and prolonged laugh, which she kept up all the way to her room and which only ceased when she had shut her door with a loud bang.
"Good riddance!" thought Miss Husted, "a very good riddance!"
Thus the friendship of years was sundered.
Hélène prepares her trousseau.
At this precise moment the innocent object of their strife let himself in at the front door.
"Ah, my dear Professor Von Barwig, I was just thinking of you," said Miss Husted, as she followed him into his rooms. "I've got rid of her at last; Mrs. Mangenborn is going."