“No, I wasn’t going out,” replied the old lady, in some confusion, as she turned away.
“Aunty, I shall have to go out myself this evening, so, if I am not home by sunset, don’t wait up for me.”
“Why, where are you going?”
“I am going to the Calvert Hotel on some business.”
“What business?”
“Well, it is business connected with the broken-off wedding.”
“Seems to me you are a good deal mixed up with this rumpus. What kind of business is it?”
“It is of a confidential nature, auntie, else I could explain it to you.”
“Humph! humph! humph!” sniffed the old lady.
The young man laid the enveloped note he had received from Le on the mantelpiece, and went upstairs to put on his best clothes, in which to execute his important mission.