“For—me?” A swift change came to Billy's face.
“Yes. Over and over again he called for you—while he was crazy, you know. That's why Pete told me. He said he didn't rightly understand what the trouble was, but he didn't believe there was any trouble, really, between you two; anyway, that you wouldn't think there was, if you could hear him, and know how he wanted you, and—why, Billy!”
Billy was on her feet now. Her fingers were on the electric push-button that would summon Rosa. Her face was illumined. The next moment Rosa appeared.
“Tell John to bring Peggy to the door at once, please,” directed her mistress.
“Billy!” gasped Aunt Hannah again, as the maid disappeared. Billy was tremblingly putting on the hat she had but just taken off. “Billy, what are you going to do?”
Billy turned in obvious surprise.
“Why, I'm going to Bertram, of course.”
“To Bertram! But it's nearly half-past eight, child, and it rains, and everything!”
“But Bertram wants me!” exclaimed Billy. “As if I'd mind rain, or time, or anything else, now!”
“But—but—oh, my grief and conscience!” groaned Aunt Hannah, beginning to wring her hands again.