Rosalie flushed and paled and met Betsy’s eyes so entreatingly that the latter stepped forward by her employer’s side.
At that moment Mrs. Bruce for the first time gave her attention to the young girl.
“Why!” she said, and hesitated.
Irving knew that she was trying to place the memory of an individual who had once interested her.
“It is Miss Rosalie Vincent, Madama,” he said quietly. “She surprised me a few minutes ago.”
“It is Rosalie,” said Mrs. Bruce; and approaching, she shook hands with the girl she had befriended. In the same moment her alert mind recalled all that Mrs. Nixon had just said.
A waitress. The waitress who had traveled in their stage. The waitress with whom Betsy had talked yesterday.
Her manner cooled. The pupils of her eyes narrowed.
“I am surprised to see you here,” she said.