“Quite well, sir,” faltered Susan.
“You should not have come here.”
Susan stared, and commenced whimpering: “Didn’t you wish it, sir?”
“Oh, she’s always thinking of being made a lady of,” cried Polly. “As if Mr. Harry was going to do that. It wants a gentleman to do that.”
“The carriage came for me, sir, in the afternoon,” said Susan, plaintively, “with your compliments, and would I come. I thought—”
“What carriage?” asked Evan.
Raikes, who was ogling Polly, interposed grandly, “Mine!”
“And you sent in my name for this girl to come here?” Evan turned wrathfully on him.
“My dear Harrington, when you hit you knock down. The wise require but one dose of experience. The Countess wished it, and I did dispatch.”
“The Countess!” Harry exclaimed; “Jove! do you mean to say that the Countess—”