"My dear chap, I'm very sorry about it, but we've got to make the best of it. I've told Miss Marchrose that we accept her resignation from a week yesterday."
Mr. Fuller groaned.
"May I ask, Sir Julian, whether you have any idea where the girl is now?"
"Isn't it Saturday afternoon?" was Sir Julian's rather pointed reply.
Mr. Fuller brushed aside this suggestion of the liberty of the individual.
"I'm uneasy about her. I tell you quite frankly, Sir Julian, that I didn't like her looks this morning. One never knows."
"She strikes me as level-headed enough, you know, Fuller."
Mr. Fuller bent down and examined his rear light, but Sir Julian knew very well by the mere set of his shoulders that he remained, and would continue to remain, entirely of his own opinion.
"I think that's all right now. Just as well not to run any risks, perhaps," easily observed Mr. Fuller, once more preparing himself to bestride his machine.
"Good evening, Sir Julian."