Susan, her face eloquent with amazed unbelief, turned from one to the other.
"You mean—you don't mean—Mis' Colebrook, be you tryin' to—dismissal me?"
Mrs. Colebrook flushed and bit her lip.
"I am dismissing you—yes."
Once more Susan, in dazed unbelief, looked from one to the other. Her eyes dwelt longest on the figure of the man at the end of the room.
"Mr. Burton, do you want me to go?" she asked at last.
The man turned irritably, with a shrug, and a swift outflinging of his hands.
"Of course, I don't want you to go, Susan. But what can I do? I have no money to pay you, as you know very well. I have no right to keep you—of course—I should advise you to go." And he turned away again.
Susan's face cleared.
"Pooh! Oh, that's all right then," she answered pleasantly. "Mis' Colebrook, I'm sorry to be troublin' you, but I shall have to give back that 'ere notice. I ain't goin'."