“Entirely. The house is sold.”
“And the boss?”
“Gone to America.”
“What! Suddenly, that way?”
“No. We supposed he was going on some journey, because, every day since the beginning of the week, they were bringing in trunks and boxes; but no one knew exactly when he would go. Now, in the night of Saturday to Sunday, he drops in the house like a bombshell, wakes up everybody, and says he must leave immediately. At once we harness up, we load the baggage up, we drive him to the Western Railway Station, and good-by, Vincent!”
“And the young lady?”
“She’s got to get out in the next twenty-four hours; but she don’t seem to mind it one bit. The fact is we are the ones who grieve the most, after all.”
“Is it possible?”
“It is so. She was a good girl; and we won’t soon find one like her.”
The old man seemed distressed.