'That's what Miss Browne says,' he answered; 'but he always turns up safe and sound.'
'Miss Browne?' repeated Mrs. Cameron.
Cameron's eyes dropped to his plate, and he drank deeply at his tea, to put off the moment of his answer.
'Who is Miss Browne?' his wife asked again.
Cameron moved his eyes to a button on her coat.
'I was obliged to change lady-helps,' he said.
Mrs. Cameron's face expressed absolute alarm.
'Miss Macintosh—is not Miss Macintosh still with you? You did not tell me. Why did she go? How long has she been gone?'
Cameron looked white. 'Some—little time,' he said; 'she—went to be married.'
'And is this other—is Miss Browne as good? Oh, it would almost be impossible. Have you had to change much?'