"Yes," cried Mickey breathlessly, "and 'tisn't so long!"
"No," said Mr. Minturn, "it isn't. Ask Mrs. Minturn if I may speak with her a moment."
"Shall I come back or stay there?" inquired Mickey.
"Come back," said Mr. Minturn. "I may need you."
Mickey stood before Mrs. Minturn.
"Please will you speak with Mr. Minturn a minute?"
"Excuse me Leslie," said the lady, rising, and entering the private room. There she turned to Mickey. "I remember you very well," she said, with a steady voice. "You needn't shrink from me. I've done all in my power to atone. It will never be possible for me to think of forgiving myself; but you'll forgive me, won't you?"
"Sure! Why lady, I'm awful sorry for you."
"I'm sorry for myself," said she. "What was it you wanted, Mr. Minturn?"
"Suppose you tell Mrs. Minturn about both your visits here," suggested
Mr. Minturn to Mickey.