“What if she is?” he replied “I’m not—”
“I know what you are! Didn’t the girl herself tell me that since she’d known you, she could never marry? Good God! I could kill you, you scoundrel! Where is she?”
“In there,” said Andrew. “I sha’n’t deny it. There’s nothing to be ashamed of—absolutely nothing wrong.”
He was really afraid, for an instant, that the angry little dog was about to launch itself upon him. Instead, to his relief, Borrowby began to pound upon the closet door.
“Open the door!” he roared.
“No, I sha’n’t!” came Mavis’s calm response.
“I’ll break in the door!”
“All right! Begin! There’s a window in here, and I’ll jump out of it and run away; and every one will see me from the street!”
In the midst of this pounding and shouting the telephone rang.
“Keep quiet!” Andrew roared. “Stop your infernal noise! It may be something important!”