"I hope she expressed sorrow," said Mary.
"She was going to, but I got laughing and then she did."
"What a dear you are!" exclaimed Mary. "And so you think she's making herself mournful over Mr. Pritchard? And what are the reasons for thinking that Phyllis is serious about Mr. Herring?"
"He's sent for blue-prints of his property outside Boston, and they are busy with plans for landscaping it. Narrow escape that! I didn't let on; but the second day I thought he was a goner. I did."
Mary sighed.
"We might just as well have called it a matrimonial agency in the first place instead of an inn."
Mr. Langham rose reluctantly.
"I have an engagement with Miss Maud," he explained.
The faintest ripple of disappointment flitted across Mary's forehead.
"I've promised to help her with her books," said he. "Some of the journal entries puzzle her; and she has an idea that The Inn ought to have more capital. And we are going into that, too."