“Madam, if I go, I go alone.”
She nodded:
“I’m sorry, Major; but if you don’t go, the drawing-room floor says she will leave—and others in the house are getting restless—and we cannot afford the loss.”
The Major pondered upon the problem long.
“Yes,” he said, “the drawing-room floor is serious—she is a woman of weight.”
The landlady tittered.
But the daughter frowned her to order, and said, somewhat to the point:
“She pays her way handsomely.”
The Major bowed and withdrew.
He sang, Sigh no more, ladies, as he sallied up the stairs; and to the profound astonishment of the two puzzled women he did not stir from the house that day.