"Good girl!" murmured Trotter, radiant.
"That will do!" said Mrs. Smith-Parvis imperiously. "I shall not require your services after today, Miss Emsdale."
"Oh, good Lord, mother,—don't be a fool," cried Stuyvesant. "Let me straighten this thing out. I—"
"As you please, madam," said Jane, drawing herself up to her full height.
"Drive to Dr. Brodax's, Galpin, as quickly as possible," directed Stuyvesant's mother, and entered the car beside her son.
The footman closed the door and hopped up beside the chauffeur. He was very pink with excitement.
"Oh, for heaven's sake—" began her son furiously, but the closing of the door smothered the rest of the complaint.
"You may also take your notice, Trotter," said Mrs. Millidew the elder. "I can't put up with such behaviour as this."
"Very good, madam. I'm sorry. I—"
Miss Emsdale was walking away. He did not finish the sentence. His eyes were following her and they were full of concern.