"Don't work so fast," said Miss Hunter presently, at which Mavis looked up in surprise.
"If you do, you won't have anything to go on with," continued Miss Hunter.
About eleven, Mavis learned from Mr Gaby that Mr. Devitt would like to see her. The manager conducted Mavis to the board room, where she found Mr Devitt standing before the fire. Directly he saw her, he came forward with outstretched hand.
"Good morning, Miss Keeves. Why—" He paused, to look at her with some concern.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"You're different. If I may say so, you look so much more grown up."
"I've had rather a rough time since I last saw you."
"I can well believe it to look at you. Why didn't you write?"
"I didn't like to. It's good of you to do what you've done."
Mr Devitt appeared to think for a few moments before saying: